Chunky’s legs covered with playground dirt, sprawled over mine.
Shawn’s arms wrapped tightly around my waist.
It is the best kind of sandwich I’ll ever encounter.
Being between 2 of the most important people of my life.
I looked over at the clock.
“Can you believe that exactly 4 years ago today, I was asking you for ice chips and you scoffed at me?”
“Well you were being lazy and I was tired.”
“I was paralyzed from the waist down.”
“And 12 hours from then, now, our beautiful boy was born.”
“Yea, he’s beautiful alright. Take a look at him.”
I swung my head over.
Chunky’s finger was knuckle deep in his nostril.
“Did you find what you’re looking for?”
He smirked then proceeded to stick another finger in the other nostril.
“Am I making you puke yet?”
I grabbed him and pulled him in close.
“Hey!” he protested.
“Hey! I have to snuggle you all I can because this is the last day you’re three.”
“Tomorrow I’m a big boy! It’s Agist fourteen! Dad, I’m 4 tomorrow!”
August 14th comes quicker each year.
I can’t stop it to keep you small forever.
But I’m so honoured to be on this ride with you.
Daddy is too.
You’re the best part of our sandwich.
Love you always and forever,
Happy 4th Birthday.
PS. No matter how old you get, you will always be my baby.