four

he won’t be the bad guy.
Miles asks,
can you be at least half bad
and he says emphatically
NO.
I’m good.

he is.
he is so good.

he wants his sister close
and he takes each of her knuckles
one by one
those teeny tiny knuckles
between his fingers
and he presses softly
smiling

his cousin gets hurt and he brings it up all day
wasn’t that sad when that happened, mama?

yes it was, sweetie

that’s him.
he is sweetness.

He is four.

We got to keep him, despite every fear and he is so much more than the boy who had brain surgery when he was one and the boy who has a shunt and tubing through his body and the boy with the adorable glasses.

He is The Noggin but of course he is Asher. Everything about him is simply who he is, just parts making up the most perfect whole.

I love you, my Asher. You are here to breathe more life into my life and into the world and you do a really really good job. You are joy. Happy Birthday.

{Asher’s birthday was on Saturday. I’m just getting some time to post this. We had a great day, both Saturday and yesterday. He was full of wonder all weekend. Oh how I love this kid.}