12 years old. Wow! Has it really been that long? It seems only yesterday that this was you, the littlest Arthur in the world. So adorable and full of wonder about everything! You had my heart even then, son.
As you grew, the inevitable comparison’s came. “He looks like you!” “He has your eyes!” “He acts like you!” And my favorite, “Why is he punching Percy?!”
For me, the answers were pretty obvious. You are my son. My “mini Matt” and it showed from day one. The same unapologetic uniqueness and individuality that I had believed made me different was front and center in you. What a joy to see how you would take on the world in your own unique ways.
My youngest son. My heart outside of my chest. My Mikey. This is a tribute to you on your special day to say how much I love you, young sir. And though I’m certain that somehow you’ll find all of this attention embarrassing, know that I do this out of love and not to make you feel badly in any way.
You are an amazing person, a great brother and a caring son.
Happy Birthday, Micah! I love you!