Two (The Sun)

Dear Danny,

Though it seems utterly impossible, today is your second birthday. That means that you have survived in our care for 2 whole years! It also means that its time for me to schedule your 2 year old well visit with the pediatrician, which I will do just as soon as I decide if it is better to have your appointment first thing in the morning, or later in the afternoon when there is a better chance of bars being open afterwards. I’m sure the doctor related horror stories will be funny someday but for now, lets just say that the doctor’s office is… not one of your favorite places.

I’ve been trying to compose this letter in my head for weeks now, desperately searching for a way to describe the last year. Officially, you’ve grown from a baby into a toddler but to us…it seems like you became a little person overnight. You have your own ideas and plans and its all we can do to keep up. You think everything in the world is hilarious and exciting. Unless you are sleeping, we never go more than a minute or so without either hearing you laugh or sing. You are happy – the most joyful, honest and pure version of happy I’ve ever known.
Our days and weeks have been filled to the brim since last September, but even so, I think this entire year will ultimately be defined by the events of the last month. The past weeks have been so life altering that I think we will start stories for the rest of your life with “right before you turned 2…“. This week your Dad started school for the first time as a middle school music teacher and we are just beside ourselves with relief and excitement. The change in your Dad has been wonderful and profound – so obvious that if you were on the moon you could see it from there. He is confident, content and hopeful about the future. I can’t tell you what it means to me that this is the version of your Daddy that you will know now. As far as you will remember he was always a teacher, just like he always should have been. This new career comes after months and months of scraping to get by and is the answer to years of prayer. It was good news that, as fate would have it, came just in time.
August 2nd – a month ago as of today – I was sitting in my office, furiously trying to plow through the urgent work I am responsible for at the beginning of the month. My phone rang and when I saw that it was your father I knew it was too early in the morning for good news. As I tried to pull myself together and leave the office I picked up a plastic supply container from my desk and threw it at the wall just to watch it shatter to pieces. Too often in life we must take the bad with the good. He gives, and He takes away.
Your Grandpa, your Daddy’s Dad, lost his fight with cancer that morning. He was only 62. It all happened so quickly, we had almost no time to prepare. One day I will likely fill volumes telling you this story but for now…all I can seem to say is that we miss him. Oh God, how we miss him.
I know its improbable, but I hope that somehow you remember something about him; maybe his house where you loved to play or his huge strong hands that you found so endlessly fascinating. Maybe even the hilarious faces he‘d make just to hear you laugh. Sometimes when we would get together I’d realize that the two of you were just gazing at each other in mutual admiration – he loved you with his whole heart, and there was no doubt that you loved him right back. He had big plans for you, I know. It’s just so unfair that he wont share this lifetime with you, and that you wont know him the way you should have.
The weather has been unseasonably cool the past few days, especially in the mornings. The days before you were born were cool and beautiful too so I have been thinking a lot about those last moments before we got to meet you. Before everything about us changed with the sound of your tiny cries at the end of a long, long day. I could never have predicted how quickly our world would unravel, leaving you as the only constant. I’ll be honest: the last 2 years have certainly been the most stressful and challenging of our lives. These would have been difficult days without a young child to care for but knowing that your future was completely dependent on us made every cut deeper and every piece of bad news so very heavy. Now that we are on the other side I feel like I can admit how scared we were, how very close we were to losing the game. We owe more to our friends and our family and our great God than our years on this earth may allow us to repay.
Still, the miracle in all of it is you. This morning I left work to come and get you because you were sick – pushing aside my responsibilities once again on the same, impractical day of the month. When I opened the door, you saw me first and before I could take more than a few steps in the room I felt your little arms wrapped around my leg. “Mama!” you said, and flashed that huge smile that you reserve for only me. All the way home you sang your trademark mash-up of the Alphabet and Old MacDonald and, even though I tried to stress and worry about the day, I found it impossible in that moment to do anything but soak up your tiny little voice.
Not long after you were born, after a particularly frustrating day when you refused to eat or sleep, your Grandpa told me that it would all be worth it. That, in the end, you would make me a better person and that the process of becoming better was never easy.
He was right. It hasn’t been easy but at its worst, life with you has been better than I ever imagined. There have been tough times in these years but you are the promise that pulls us through. You are our hope and our light, our measure of all that is good. The difference between standing in the desert and simply standing in the sun.
You are loved, my sweet boy. You are so loved.
September, 2011

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