Oh my baby Daniel,
You are the love of my life. I fell in love with you the moment I found out you were on your way. You were my easiest pregnancy and you're probably my easiest child. And I thank you for that.
2 years! Can you even believe it? I can't. It seems like yesterday I was bringing you home... I just didn't know what to do with you! And yet I can't imagine going one day without seeing your precious face.
You've had a lot of life in these 2 short years. We've been through surgeries, and stitches, and staples, and doctors. Remember a few months ago when we were in Urgent Care three times in a week? For YOU! I was so worried the doctor's were going to call CPS on me. Well, until you showed them who was the boss. I still laugh every time I think about that last visit. You were not happy to see those people in their blue scrubs.
And I know I shouldn't laugh, but you have the absolute cutest sad face. Your eye's grow big and wet, and your mouth, the lips! how they quiver. And I feel bad because you're just so sad but you're just so cute! And me smiling makes you even more mad which makes you even more cute. It's a terrible, vicious cycle.
I'm so glad that you're a part of this family, my sweet Umberto.... Did you know that's what we call you? It's because you were born on Cinco de Mayo. Maybe that doesn't mean much to other people, but it's always been one of my favorite holidays. Then you came along and sweetened the deal.
And man, are you ever sweet. I remember when you were born, and the nurses laid you in my arms. I just stared and stared at you. You were not who I was expecting. Daddy and I had a list of names, and then when we saw your face, we knew they were all wrong. It took us three days to finally settle on your name. And it suits you....
You were the nicest baby. Of course, keeping in true Bingham fashion, you've only recently started sleeping through the night. Thank goodness for that. Although I do miss snuggling with you... Sometimes, when you wake up too early, your little feet trod into my room,
and you climb up next to me. You always lay your head in the crook of my neck and pat my hair. You are such a sweet boy.
And you're an amazing brother. You let the big kids tackle you, and you just laugh, but you're so soft and gentle with the baby. It's makes my heart swoon.
You're starting to say a lot of words now. It's hard to understand sometimes, because you never take your pacifier out of your mouth. I should probably take it away, but I don't want to...
You know how to make people smile. I don't know how you do it, but you just make people grin from ear to ear.
You are a ladies man.... a flirt. There's quite a few babies at church vying for your attention. In fact, I've already decided who you should marry. So let's not spoil that over the next 20 or so years. If you do chance to mess up a good thing, not to worry, we have back ups.
You are my little man. You love dirt, and food, and wheels, and trucks, and all manner of shiny things. I thought that we had baby proofed this house pretty good, and then you started walking. And climbing. And boy, do you climb. I've had to find new hiding spots for the knives. And the sugar. And the marshmallows... and pretty much anything else that will pique your 2 year old mind.
So, on this Fifth day of May, I wish you the happiest of birthday's.