Today we celebrate you.
You, our boy of moods like the swiftly-changing Iowa weather.
And we wonder how your sunshine and cloudy skies and whirlwinds can have only been in our lives for five years.
And we wonder how your sunshine and cloudy skies and whirlwinds can have been in our lives for five whole years.
And we wonder how the world survived so long without your sunshine and cloudy skies and whirlwinds.
Without your sweet beautiful eyes, your contagious mischievous grin.
We celebrate your birthday with pumpkin pancakes,
With a rocket ship cake clumsily made,
With presents wrapped up,
With streamers and balloons and curly ribbon.
With such small things we celebrate the vibrancy and drama of you.
Though my heart calls me to celebrate with tears,
With reddened nose,
With sentimental heart,
You do not understand such celebration.
To you growing up is exciting and fun. (This is how it should be).
To you, your sunshine and cloudy skies and whirlwinds are just life.
To me, your sunshine and cloudy skies and whirlwinds are you.
And you and your atmospheric caprices are worth a celebration.
Today I celebrate you, not the passage of another year.
Because the year’s passage is bound to bring me tears.
But you, my sunny cloudy tornado of a boy, you bring me smiles.
So I celebrate you.
Happy Fifth Birthday, Stinky.