(A happy Gaines...pre stomach virus)
I had grand intentions on writing this last night, but I as was thawing his perfect cake that my friend, Tippi, had made before leaving for Australia and was gluing together the last miniature party hat for the tiny animals by his cake, I heard a cry and knew something was wrong.
Poor thing had thrown up everywhere in his crib. Long story short, we rung in his first birthday in the emergency room. Shortly before midnight, as we waited in the very crowded ER waiting room (next to the a sleep-deprived two-year who had knocked out at least two, possibly more teeth), Gaines feel asleep on my chest. I couldn't help but think about the letter I wrote him, one year ago.
Dear Gaines, on your first birthday,
Could I have expected anything different? You have personified the expression, "I make plans. God laughs." Just as my pregnancy with you was unexpected, your birthday was the same. I can't help but wonder the other unanticipated surprises you will bring us.
You shocked us all when actually made it to your scheduled c-section date at just under 9lbs. A stubborn child was surprising, but I wonder if that will one day be one of your greatest strengths. Nobody anticipates a one year old with 14 teeth. And nobody is ever prepared for when those teeth bite you. I can't believe we had to file taxes on you thanks to your little modeling career (you really are beautiful-not just to your momma.) You bring unexpected joy to everyone you meet. Joy that makes bad days good. But one thing I could have never predicted is just how much I love you.
Life with you may never go as plan. And that makes me so happy.
Many are the plans in the mind of a man, but it is the purpose of the Lord that will stand.
Happy Birthday Gaines Alton. I cannot wait to see what you have in store for us this year.