Sep 5, 2016
Pierce and I have an oddly special connection. I fully attribute that to me being the only person he saw for his first ten weeks of life (besides Ace, but I can only imagine that was all a blur because he was constantly running circles around him). We went through that crazy transition of life clinging to each other.
And now, on his fifth birthday I can still convince him to let me hold him like a baby. Damn it, I'll start doing some arm workouts just to ensure I can keep doing that for as long as possible.
So today, we celebrate you Pierce. We celebrate your contagious love for life. Your sense of adventure, and no fear approach to anything and everything (which often leads us to the ER). Your extraordinary ability to make anyone you come in contact with laugh. You're a charmer, a lover, and a fighter. You live in your own little world of fun, and I couldn't be happier that I have a VIP ticket in.
We love you. I love you. And the only way to describe that love is in your own words as you kissed my forehead, grabbed my face, and looked at me with those big blue eyes before saying goodnight "I love you. I love you like Han Solo loves Chewie".