March 26, 2011 :: 10:01am :: 9lbs 1oz :: 20 in
That’s you, Griff. Those were your stats on the day that you were born, and at that time it was the only thing that we knew about you to be true. In this photo you were 2 days old. It truly is amazing to see how much of a world-changing difference four years makes.
You came into this world wailing to announce your arrival. And… entertainingly enough… you still do this. You wail often. And you are fantastic about making your entrance into a room. At making sure that everyone knows you have arrived. You have this way about you that makes people see you. Hear you. Adore you.
This little voice you have is beyond anything that I could have ever imagined. It is so high pitched, yet soft. Your voice is gentle and caring. And that lisp… oh that lisp. If it wasn’t something that would get you fired from jobs when you were 35… I’d want you to keep it forever. It seems almost as though you have an accent, but I can’t quite figure out if it is a southern drawl or a dapper Brit, but what I am sure of… is that everything about you is all you. You stroll, not march, to the beat of your own drum. You are mild-tempered, go-with-the-flow, and kind. You are very timid, but not shy. You’ll talk to anyone around you who will listen, but if I ever dare to even attempt to toss you around a little bit your teeth clench and your hands are deadlocked onto any part of my arms that will keep you securely fastened to me. Yet, Space Mountain was totally your jam at Disneyland last year, so maybe there’s still a little bit of hope for the dare devil in you.
To throw in one quick miracle… you’re learning how to share, and you do so with such grace.
Your Daddy says that the best thing about you is that you are his cuddler, and he’s right. You are the only 1/3rd of the little half humans in our house who will lay in bed and snuggle for hours on end. You bask in human touch. It is your love language. You insist on hugs and kisses throughout the day, and beckon for us to hold you and love on you.
You idolize your older brother, and you are beginning to see that there might be more of a friend, less of an enemy, in that little brother who stole the show from you a little bit too early. Hudson are Brodrick have more similar personalities than you, so sometimes the two of them play together and you’re off on your own doing something creative. But then sometimes the three of you all play together and it is simply magical to listen in on your conversations. You are the one who carries on the conversation. You force your brother to talk to you. You communicate what games you are playing, and what the rules are… you ask Hudson several questions, and demand answers… and you laugh the hardest when something funny happens between the three of you.
There isn’t a way to sum up this post. It seems as though I could go on and on trying to write to your future self… trying to explain to the 18 year old Griffin how freaking boss the 4 year old Griffin is right now. So for now, I will end by saying that, Griffin, you can light up a room with your smile, your wit, and your charm. People flock all over you, and marvel at how blue your eyes are… they fall in love with you in a split second. And that is exactly what I did four years ago when I met you for the first time. Lucky enough for me… I get to keep you.
I love you, PiePie. Happy 4th birthday.
Love,
Mawwwwm.
Photo credit Carlie at www.gabrielryan.net
