Happy Birthday, Mikey!

We can't believe it's been 13 years since that very long wait ended with a very quick labor, and then, you were in our arms. You were such a sweet baby, happy and talkative and laid back ... much like that baby who has graced our presence this last couple months.

This last year has been a huge growing experience for you -- literally, as you have shot past your sister, your grandmother, a couple of aunts, and who knows how many else, in height. Any second now you'll shoot past your mother, too!

We know that it's not always easy, these years when you're caught between the child you were and the man you will be. It's sometimes a battle. But sometimes, it's pure joy. Like when we see you protectively holding your youngest brother or cheerfully leading Talia in prayer. Or when we get into a long-winded conversation, pontificating about life, the universe, and everything.

We love how your brain works, Mikey (or Michael or Mike ... however you are introducing yourself these days). We're proud of your accomplishments and how you wrestle with your weaknesses and strive to do better. You may feel like we're often against you, dear son, but please know that we're not. We're for you, and we want to be allies with you in your battle to find God's best and highest for your life. 

We know that the very best condition God has for you (at least for a few more years) is with us, and for us with you. And we praise God for giving you to us! We love you, Mikey, and we hope you have the best year yet.

Happy, happy birthday, Wazowski!