Today, seventeen years ago, a legend was born.
Today is the natal day of my firstborn son, Wolfgang Amadeus Cupcake (not his real name, and the middle part I just added because it sounded awesome).
Wolfgang is probably the best son I could have asked for. If God had allowed me to make a list of all of the things that I wanted in a son, Wolfgang would be 99% of them, with the 1% lacking only because he’s not 21 yet and he doesn’t really like Disneyland, but tolerates it for my sake.
He’s the best big brother I’ve ever seen, super patient and hardly ever rolls his eyes. He’s an amazing friend, giving and caring and a great listener.
I don’t tell him this enough, but he is a wonderful human being. He is always the first to jump in when someone needs help, and he just a really good person. He has manners that Miss Manners would be impressed by, and always passes the salt with the pepper and keeps his elbows off the table.
He’s smart as a whip, and this one time we tried to put him in preschool and on his first day, he corrected the teacher’s planetary diorama because she had switched Mars and Mercury, and she said “he will have to go to kindergarten, he’s too much for preschool.” He’s never ever a jerk about being that smart, except when he asks me to check his math homework (which I haven’t been able to help with his math since the 6th grade).
He’s fabulously nerdy, and knows just about everything about Star Wars, so it’s perfect that to celebrate his birthday, we get to see the very first showing of Rogue One in our little town.
Happy birthday, tall one. I’m incredibly proud of you, and yes I am crying while I write this.
I’m so proud of you. <3