I told Za (a handle his brother gave him before he could say Ezra...we would say "Baby Avery" and Avery would reply, "No! Za baby!" So now we still call him Za. Often its Za Baby....) this morning that today was one of the best days of my life. The day that gave me him. I have mentioned it before, it took me some time to become used to having someone totally depend on me- but what an amazing journey- what an incredible transformation motherhood has led me on, has made of me.
Ezra is wise beyond his years. He is so soulful. He understands and questions almost everything. He is obsessed with dinosaurs. He is constantly building and destroying and rebuilding Lego empires. He has a diverse taste in music. If he could eat guacamole everyday for the rest of his life he would be happy. He has a vocabulary that can rival an adults. (And he uses it...to the point of ear bleeds.) He is kind. He is gentle. He thinks puns are really funny. (A family trait, I'm afraid....) He is imaginative. He is amazing. He is my little boy.
Thank you for making me a better person. A better listener. A better mother to those who came after you. This day is one of the best days of my life Ezra Charles, and it has everything to do with you.
Happy birthday dearest boy. Happy birthday to you.