Four years ago today I went into the hospital at 8:30 in the morning. Four hours later Ferris was born.
In the beginning he was the most serious baby we had ever met. Ryan and I constantly joked about how “this was not in the brochure.” And then he discovered how to smile and all that seriousness vanished.
When Ferris genuinely laughs, it’s infectious. It’s a truly joy inspiring noise unlike any other. As if he knows it’s a superpower, he always covers his mouth like he wants to hold it all in.
Today he’s four. His favorite person in the whole wide world is his big brother, he LOVES the color black, and will eat peanut butter and jelly for three meals a day. He is almost three feet tall, he’s, “not little. I’m medium-sized.”
He travels, runs, builds legos, rides his pedal bike, likes to cook, and still thinks Batman is, “kinda awesome.”
There are no more babies on Team Chicken anymore, everyone is growing up. The years ahead seem very far away, but the ones behind us happened so quickly. It’s quite an adventure for all of us, and I’m glad we’re in it together.
Happy Birthday Goblin - we love you more then Batman, Legos, and bicycles put together and multiplied by “one-hundred and ninety nine.”