The cold lake wind raced through his hair as the boat plodded steadily through the choppy waters. He is seated at the bow; our little guide. He was seemingly subdued but was in fact quite content. I could tell. Captivated by his surroundings that have filled him with much wonderment this vacation — the towering trees and their luscious thick greens.
The delicate lily pads that frogs hippity hop onto in our bedtime stories and the way the sun made the shoreline magically sparkle.
The “loonies” on the “loonies” swooping deep down into the waters, the tiny fish that followed our trails but never bit our hooks, and the massive rock mountains that seemed to scale all the way up to heaven and beyond
— I knew he was embracing it all.
His nose flared and chest expanded wide with one deep breath.
I saw the curls at the corners of his lips.
Don’t be shy, I wanted to whisper.
He raised his arms and stretched them far up in to the sky; his finger tips danced wildly against the breezes and he closed his eyes.
Oh if happy hearts could speak my love, it did in this moment.
He caught me staring like any mother who is head over heels in love with her beautiful son and he asked me if I was crying.
Of course I was.
Because if happy hearts could speak, it was.
For your 7th birthday I wish for you so many more moments where your heart is so full of happy that you don’t even need to say a word — your body will just feel it and will know what to do.
You are an amazing boy and I am so proud of you. You bring the life to party and the funk.
Always the funk.
And the meatloaf (our joke).
You are the best part of all the days.
I love you to the moon and all the way back.
Happy Birthday my sweets…
PS. Bedtime is still 8:30 so don’t be an asshole about it.