I can’t find the words to do you justice. Kind isn’t good enough. Thoughtful isn’t strong enough. Loving doesn’t say enough.
Perfect? That might be it.
I’ve never met another boy like you. You came into this world acting like you’d been here before. I can’t describe it any better than that. It was like you were this old soul who knew what this world was all about. You’re still that way. You know things before I can explain them to you…and not just academic things…but life things.
I’m not sure if this is a good thing or not, but you are so much like me. We even look alike. There are times when you do things or say things and I look at your Dad as if to say “Whoa. That’s me!” I have to say I really enjoy that. I hope you do too.
You are so wonderful, Gabe. Truly wonderful. I love that you are all boy and then sensitive and super sweet at the same time. That’s a good quality; don’t let anyone ever tell you any differently.
You are so smart, Gabe. You do so well in school and not just with your grades. Your teachers adore you and so do your classmates. That’s a good quality too.
The way you treat your sister makes my heart swell. When you and Matty run upstairs for bed and say “Last one upstairs is a rotten egg!”, you’re the first one to stop, turn around and say “Come on Livi!” You always do that. You never forget her. You’re always looking out for her. That’s a wonderful quality.
You and your brother are typical brothers. Even though you fight and bicker, that makes me happy. That’s the way brothers should be. They should wrestle and argue and yet be best friends at the same time. I hope that never changes.
To say I’m proud of you isn’t enough. I wish there was a stronger word than proud. I want to stand at the top of a mountain and shout that I’m the luckiest Mom in the world because I have you. I love you so much it hurts. I don’t know what I’d do without you.
You are truly my Angel, Gabriel. I couldn’t love you more.
Happy 9th birthday, Baby.