Dear Chris-
People tell me that you are looking down on us from Heaven. I hope that is true but it doesn't change the fact that I'd prefer you were here, looking us in the eyes instead. I would have really loved for you to celebrate Ian's birthday with us today. Lovely as your current accommodations surely are, I'm pretty confident that you'd like hanging out with us too. We've become a tight knit little threesome but we'd happily make room for you in our lives, honey.
Since you were only blessed with 17 months of being Ian's daddy on earth, I want to catch you up on the comings and goings of your sweet little boy.
Ian is like YOU.
He loves trains, books and all types of music.
He makes a good pirate.
He doesn't like vegetables.
He observes situations before jumping into the action.
He has a silly sense of humor and loves an audience.
He is stubborn (or as you liked to call it, "strong willed").
He is particular--about where his books go, where his toys go, what he eats for breakfast.
He is one smart cookie.
He has your eyes and eyebrows (you can imagine how I like to look into those eyes).
Ian is like ME.
He loves chocolate.
He is very expressive.
He loves to sing.
He overanalyzes things.
He likes to meet new people.
He is good at turning on the tears.
He has my mouth and my sun-adverse, fair skin.
Ian is uniquely HIMSELF.
He makes up songs with crazy lyrics.
He has to give me several kisses and hugs, a high five and say, "good luck" and "carpe diem" every time I leave him.
He has an incredible memory.
He likes to ask me if I'm happy and if I have a smile on my face.
He thinks he can speak Spanish and Polish.
He is afraid of thunder.
Most importantly, Ian is the best GIFT you ever gave me. I thank you from the bottom of my heart for embarking on this adventure of parenthood with me. I'm so sorry you didn't get to experience it for very long. You would be so proud of how Ian is growing up. And I do think there is a chance he may read before kindergarten:).
I love you-
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