{life} 9 years-old

Today you're 9 years old. I know it sounds cliché and everyone says the same thing, and I even feel like a broken record for saying it again, but really, where does time go? It seems impossible you are this big, that you grew this much in such a short time, and yet you did.

As I recapped your past birthdays and as I looked at old pictures I noticed how much you have changed in these last four years. You're not a little boy anymore, you've lost all the baby-face features and are turning into a handsome young boy now. A sweet, funny, kind young boy.

There are so many things I want to wish you on your 9th birthday my dear L. But I guess it all comes down to one wish. One simple wish. But the most important of all. I wish you a happy life. I want you to be happy. But, really happy. I want you to learn to find happiness in the smallest things, to be happy with the simplest things, to find joy in people, not in things. I want you to learn that happiness is a choice. YOUR choice. You may not understand this now, but you will. It's not easy, especially when I try to show you with actions and set the example, but I'm trying and will always try because “Love is that condition in which the happiness of another person is essential to your own.” ― Robert A. HeinleinStranger in a Strange Land.

I love you with all my heart dear L. Almost every night I go to bed looking at old pictures of you and your little brother because I don't want to forget, because I don't want to miss anything, because I want to remember forever how little and how big you both were. Happy Birthday mi querido L. Love, Mom.

“Happiness is not something ready made. It comes from your own actions.”  
Dalai Lama XIV

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