Happy 1st Birthday Noah
I want you to know a few things about me on this day. The day you were born was the happiest day of my life. Only one other day can remotely compare and that day was the day I married your mother and maybe the day the Red Sox won the World Series in 2004. Just Kidding. I am not sure if I am a perfect dad but I feel as if I am learning every day on how to be just not your father but a better husband. I also want you to know that I have learned from my mistakes but that does not mean that I will not continue to make them and on occasion I will make the same mistake twice. I want you to know that you were born into a loving family who prayed that one day you would come into our lives. We believe in a personal relationship with Jesus and live every day working on that relationship. That does not make us perfect and we make lots of mistakes but God loves us unconditionally and we love you the same way.
I also want to give you a little history lesson on why we named you Noah.. and no, we did not pick your name out of a baby name book although we tried that as well. Noah, my father was not a bad father. He actually was quite a good father but when I got older we drifted apart not because I believed he did not love me but because life happened. I wanted bigger things and he wanted them for me too but for some reason I do not think we ever met eye to eye on some things so he withdrew and kept moving forward. I went to college and met a slew of great friends and adopted them as family. They became influential in my life and I eventually moved to Florida where I met your mother. We had some good times and some not so good times but my life was not complete until I moved to Virginia "because I had to see about a girl" ( Your Mom) We married not too shortly after I moved.
When you get older you will learn stories of the Bible and the story in Genesis about the Great Flood. It is a story about obeying God, trusting His promises and new beginnings and that is what I have with you. I have the ability to start over and learn from my father’s mistakes so that way I do not repeat them while your mother and I raise you. When you were born I was working full time as a photographer and after you came along we had to find a way to support you so I got another job working at a church. I am still doing both jobs but your mother is doing almost all of the heavy lifting with you during your first year of life. She is making sure you have everything you need and want. She makes your food (almost all organic), she makes sure your clothes match, picks up after you and bathes you 85 percent of time. She makes sure Mickey Mouse Clubhouse is playing when you wake up, she plays with you, she loves on you everyday, she transports you back and forth to preschool. She changes your diapers, folds and washes your clothes, she makes sure our house is baby proofed, she chases after you, teaches you right from wrong (or at least what you will adhere to.) She cooks for us, washes our clothes, cleans our house, walks your best friend (Sophia the Dog), rocks you to sleep and after all of this she still has time to love me. See, what I am trying to say Noah, is you have a really special mother. In fact, you have a Super Mother. While I work 6 days a week she makes sure you are safe and sound. I love her more and more each day. She makes sacrifices not just for you but for me as well. Noah, I want you to know that life is not perfect and things will not always work out like they should for you (you were born into a Red Sox/Cubs family, sorry Buddy) but if you keep your eyes clear, your heart open and remember to love God with all your heart anything is possible. Your parents are a testament to this statement. Happy Birthday, Noah. I love you.