The Oldest Baby Boy

Yesterday was Son1's birthday. He is sixteen. SIXTEEN. There is so much I could say about this, but I don't think I can put much of it into words.

So instead I will share a poem about him. I actually remember writing it on the eve of his first birthday:

You
Boy
Blue
Beautiful
Were birthed
In ice
Heat
In pain
Pain
You emerged
With my scream
And echoed it
Before your toes touched air

He really did cry before he was all the way out. And really, that is just so him. In fact, I look back on so much about him as a little person, and I can see how his personality was there even then.