Lewie Turns 2!

Dearest Lew, 

 

You are a pistol. You have been independent from the moment you were conceived. You wanted nothing to do with being in my body. You wanted nothing to do with being a baby. You have too much to say and too much too accomplish in the world for this baby nonsense.

You personality is literally bursting out of your tiny body. 

There is no doubt in my mind that you are destined for greatness. You are living up to Mr. Clive Staples Lewis' namesake every day of your life.

I'm certain he laughs at your fiery, independent, driven self on a regular basis as he peers down on you from heaven above. Perhaps that is presumptuous of me to think but I believe it. I really do.

One would think, "Oh, the 4th boy, eh? He must get lost in the mix. He must just blend in and get left behind a midst all the chaos."

Oh, no, no, no. Not Lewis John. He doesn't know how to "get lost" or "left behind." His strong personality and demanding presence would never allow for anything less than "center of attention" status.

We love your fire, Lewie. Sometimes it can be overwhelming but most of the time we stand in awe of your strength and your passion.

Happy 2nd Birthday to my sweet number four.

 

Love,

Mom

Note: Your birthday celebration was simple . We ate dinner at Barros Pizza with everyone that was in town for Max's baptism (your party was just a few hours after Max's baptism). 

We had a chocolate "Nothing Bundt Cake" and I put some sprinkles on top to make it more appropriate for a 2 year old birthday. You loved the glowing candles and all the attention.