Lukas, today you are two years old. Wow! When I stop to think, it’s astonishing to me how two years could have passed since you first arrived in my arms a squishy and squirmy, but unbelievably beautiful, little person.
And, though at times it still seems like only yesterday when I laid my eyes on you for the first time, I reconcile this timeline with the realization that there is no possibility that one mind can create this many sublime memories in a single rotation of the planet Earth.
Son, your mother and I have watched you grow in those two short years from that beautiful baby into an inquisitive little boy with an ever present smile and contagious laugh, capable of brightening even the gloomiest Seattle day.
Watching you develop your empathy and communication skills has been nothing short of amazing to us, as you now can understand much more of what we communicate to you than I ever would have dreamed you would at this age. And your ability to communicate back to us in so many diverse ways, including through an ever-expanding vocabulary, is a pure joy for me to behold.
Lukas, two years ago you opened your eyes onto the world for the first time, and through the haze recognized the two people who will always love you without condition. At the moment of your birth I had a feeling that I could never love you more than at that singular defining moment. At that moment I was a father. But I was also wrong, since with each passing day, week, month, and year son, my affection for you multiplies exponentially, defying conventional boundaries.
Buddy, your mother and I say this several times a day, but that doesn’t make it any less true. The fact is that “You are such a good boy!” and you deserve to have this, and many, many more happy days.
Happy Birthday Lukas!