We love you we do; we love you we do; but don’t get excited – we love Kevin too! Mostly because the law says we have to…and the fact that he’s in Spain means I can say this and he can’t do nuthin about it!
Happy Birthday, Kyle – 15 years ago, February 16th, 1996 at 8:28 AM you burst into this world; not crying but more just looking around with ‘hmm-okay, so this is it’ expression on your face. You’ve always been the bonus child; we already had one of each flavor so there was no pressure to ‘produce’ anything. More than the spare to the heir, you quickly carved out your place in our family as the imaginative, inquisitive kid. In your world, race cars and golf balls could play baseball on a deck of playing cards and it all made sense. We knew early on that you were a math whiz – your favorite number?-Nine, as in ‘engine, engine number nine, going down the party line.’ (Don’t even need to look up the words to that book; it is engrained in my memory from the hundreds of bedtime readings). Soon you were doing math equations in your head, serving now as Mom’s on the spot calculator. And oh, that quick, sardonic and hysterical sense of humor you possess – you are the sort of quiet kid who keeps the best zingers in his back pocket.
Do you remember a year ago? We had just dragged ourselves back from Hawaii. You were dreaming about going back and becoming a surfing instructor – dude, who needs college? We were engrossed with watching the Winter Olympics in Vancouver – curling and snowboarding being the events of the day. You were rocking out your 8th grade year at MTCES. You’d decided to go to Badin High School and were in the process of ‘going green’. You also had an infected fingernail on one hand; and a broken index finger courtesy of basketball on the other hand that required months of wearing a cast.
Oh, and you had cancer too, though we didn’t know it at the time.
Fast forward one year later – just ONE YEAR – a year that feels like a lifetime, but really is nothing more than a year. Now? You’re rocking out your freshman year at Badin, taking every opportunity to ‘live green.’ You’ve made new friends and worked at keeping your old ones too. You’re back in the gym, working hard and dreaming of football glory. You’ve sailed the Caribbean, met a TV idol, felt great, felt lousy and somewhere in between you have begun to redefine your life’s goals. And now that you’re 15, you can officially date – though Dad and I just can’t believe that time has come around – not because we don’t trust you, but it’s just another sign that we are so darn old. You look great. You feel great. Cancer-schmancer! You kicked its butt, but good.
So we’re off to celebrate another year down with a birthday dinner at the Montgomery Inn Boathouse (thank God for small favors that it isn’t Chuck-E-Cheese anymore)! Hopefully you’ll wear your new England’s Premier League “Drogba” Chelsea Team jersey. We’ll talk about your Make-a-Wish trip. And Dad and I will try and pry information out of you about any girl who’s caught your eye. I doubt we’ll have much luck, but it will be fun to try.
Happy Birthday, indeed.
Love, Mom and Dad