Dear Luke, 

You are the one who made me a mother 6 years ago today. I can say with complete honesty, it is my favorite job and greatest adventure. 

Now, where do I begin with you? 

Luke, you are a very very special child. Of course, all mothers think that about their children…but there is something truly unique about you. There is not a jealous bone in your body. Sure, you rival with your sister as siblings tend to do, but at the end of the day you just want to make her happy. Sometimes you get in trouble for doing something for her, it makes you cry and you’ll say to me: “Mommy, I was just trying to make Eden happy.” You would fall on a sword for her and it makes my mama heart melt. 

You don’t like being the center of attention, but oftentimes you are. You are loud, and hilarious. The imaginary games you come up with amaze me. You and your siblings have a basement full of toys, but you’d rather create a scavenger hunt for your brother and sister or battle it out on a board game. Gosh, do you L O V E board games. 

Speaking of games, sports are your passion. Since this letter is a way to brag on you, son… you’re pretty darn good at them too. You started hockey this year. Your favorite sports are still golf, baseball, hockey and soccer, but if we’re being completely honest there isn’t a sport you don’t enjoy. 

Some mornings you wake up before me and rewatch Alabama football games or the Golf Channel. You love Rickie Fowler, Jordan Spieth and Matt Kuchar. Matt gave you a high-five once… you like to remind us of this fun fact often. 

Luke, you are smart. You learned to read this year in Kindergarten, and you have mastered math. You are obsessed with math. If I’m being completely honest here, I don’t enjoy math so you are going to need to be patient with me. You like to tell me 43+2 is 45, but also 44+1 is 45 and also 40+5 is 45. It amazes you that so many numbers can have the same solution. Santa brought you an additional and subtraction calculator for Christmas, you take it everywhere with you. 

Luke, you love learning about the human body. You had a hospital stay at Nationwide Children’s earlier this fall for your respiratory issues, and actually really enjoyed your stay. You asked the doctors and nurses 5,938 questions and wanted to absorb every single moment there. You recently hit your hand on the table by accident and said to me: “Mommy, did you know that I just hit my hand and I could see the blue blood in my veins? It’s actually always red, but it looks blue. Did you know the blood is working hard to circulate back to my heart.” My jaw dropped, you want to become a doctor at Children’s Hospital and I don’t doubt you for one second. 

Luke, you are so caring and inclusive of your friends. Your teacher shared a story with me this school year that made me cry. At the end of the day you like to have the class sit in a circle to play “rock, paper, scissors” once you lose you like to pick a friend who is being a good listener. This child is usually one who hasn’t been included in many activities for the day. It’s important to you that everyone is included. You are extremely sensitive to that.

We watched Prancer this holiday season. A simple 80s flick about a girl and Santa’s reindeer. You came over to me and told me you wanted to shut the movie off. I asked why? You told me you didn’t like the way the little girl was disrespecting her father. As I mentioned… extremely sensitive.  

Luke, you love to make people laugh. You adore your sister and brother. You love listening to music and dancing. You love Star Wars and LEGOs. You love the Columbus Blue Jackets. You love learning about geography and historical figures. You love eating at Bibibop and you think the Rusty Bucket is the nicest restaurant in the world.

I can’t believe you are 6, but I also love that you are 6. You are learning and growing and becoming such a wonderful young man. I could sit here and write a complete novel with stories and accomplishments, but I know it would continue to embarrass you. 

Luke, you are the greatest leader and set such a remarkable example for your siblings. You make us so proud. You make us so happy. You made us a mommy & daddy, and for that we are forever grateful. 

Happy 6th Birthday, Luke Myers.

Love, 

Mom

I’d be lost without you.

Today we celebrate you, on your 5th birthday. You are such a beautifully complex individual, it’s hard for me to even find a place to start.

You love Star Wars, especially the stormtroppers. You think it’s the coolest thing that you share a name with one of the main characters too. You still have a love for cars, trucks, and SPORTS. Luke you live for sports, and you honestly can’t pick a favorite. Golf, baseball and hockey are at the top of your list but you admit that you love them all. You also are proud to be an Alabama fan, after all you were born in Birmingham. You love games. Board games, card games, memory games everything to you is a competition and in typical first child fashion you MUST win. Your dad, especially is working on that with you.

You have a mathematical mind which is challenging for me to understand. Everything to you has some sort of number, where I have always learned by words. When learning the days of the week you were so frustrated because you couldn’t remember the order, however when we wrote it out with numbers you remembered the days right away. You love time and have asked for a new watch for your birthday. You like school, but recently told me you are bored there and are ready for a new challenge. You are so excited for Kindergarten, and I’m excited for you.

You are thoughtful beyond your years. You have an ability to sense people’s feelings and frustrations. When you can tell I’m about to lose my cool you put your hand on my shoulder and tell me to take a deep breath and say a prayer. “Ask God what to do, mommy.” Who does that??? You do, Luke.

You are a God fearing child, Luke. You love the Lord and teach your siblings about Jesus’s love. I can’t type into words how much that makes my heart explode.

You put other people first, especially your sister. When she is upset, you play her favorite song on your iPad, or go get her a glass of water and her blanket. It hurts you to see other people hurting…I just pray that sensitivity never fades.

You are funny. Oh. My. Gosh. you are funny Luke. You are quite possibly the funniest person I have ever known, and it’s not even a silly funny. You have wit and can nail a punch line unlike anyone I know. You have a belly laugh, a raspy voice and only one octave: LOUD.

You have a memory on you that is unmatched. You can still remember room numbers from hotels we’ve stayed in when you were 2 and 3 years old. You also told me the other day what I was wearing on my last birthday, and a quick scroll through Instagram proved you were right. I’m not sure how long your sharp memory will last, but for now I have to watch everything I say and do because you will NOT forget.

You are kind. Your teachers tell me all the little ladies in your class adore you, sure you are cute, but it’s because you are so kind to them. You help them on the playground and let them go first down the slides. I’m not super familiar with 5 year old boys, but it sounds somewhat unique and cool to me that you are that way.

I would truly be lost without you. You help me calm down. You help me see the brighter, funnier and more challenging things in life through a different light. You are my #1 helper in everything we do as a family.

I recently sat down and did those cheesy questions with you that’s swirling around Facebook feeds. You know, asking my 5 year old how old I am and what my favorite drink is. I then asked you if you could live without me. You paused for a second, started to tear up and said “no mommy, I could never live without you…I’d be lost.”

The truth is, Luke, I am the one who would be lost without you.

Happy 5th Birthday, Luke.

Love,

Mommy

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5!!!!

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Your favorite place: the golf course

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Funny, thoughtful and kind at 5 years old.

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I blinked. And you turned 4.

Your curiosity and kindness amaze me. Your inquisitiveness keeps me on my toes, constantly searching for more logical answers to your tough questions. “Why does the sun shine in the winter if it’s cold outside?” “What exactly is a year, mommy?”

You are extremely mechanical and love working with your hands. You recently helped your grandpa fix a motor and load it up on his rollback. He gave you $1 for your hard work. You told me you wanted to earn 100 $1 bills because you love to work…and I believe you.

You love sports. Baseball, golf, football, hockey, soccer. You watch all the football games saved on our DVR, and you choose the Golf Channel over Paw Patrol. You know all the Chicago Cubs players by name and number, and like to be called “Rizz”.

You are funny. Gosh Luke, you are freaking hilarious. Your punchline delivery is on point and your wit is beyond your years. And you laugh. You have a deep, husky voice and a belly laugh that goes along with it. Even if your joke falls flat, you laugh and everyone else joins in.

You are still a terrible sleeper. You don’t like naps. You like to wake up early. You don’t require much sleep. I keep telling myself it’s because you don’t want to miss a single second of the day.

You are not much of a cuddler, but you have such a huge heart. You adore your sister and younger brother. You include Adam in everything. This morning you were watching ESPN and drinking some chocolate milk, and you said to me, “Mommy, can you please bring Adam in the room because he’s my boy and we need to watch sports together.”

You like to tell Adam about all your favorite sports and ask him if he wants to play with you when he’s older. I hope you’re best friends.

You spoil your sister rotten. You do everything for her. You oftentimes take the blame for something she did wrong. It hurts you to see her get in trouble. You stick up for her in a way only an older brother would do. I know that quality will take you to great heights as you grow older.

You are intuitive. Nothing, I mean NOTHING gets passed you. You can smell a mint on your grandma’s breath and will immediately start digging in her purse. You also have a good sense of people, even at a young age. You can tell me certain qualities about a person and I know it’s something you sense, not see.

You make us so proud. You make us so dang proud, Luke.

We pray for you. We pray for the woman you will one day marry. May she be as strong and patient and kind as you are.

Happy 4th Birthday, Luke Myers Ireland. We couldn’t ask for a better son, and we are constantly striving to be the very best parents we can possibly be for you. img_0785

Please don't cut my hair, mommy

Please don’t cut my hair, mommy

I’m sorry, son. I loved your golden locks too. And, if by me taking the scissors to your mane causes you to lose your super baby strength…I’ll find a way to repay you. But, your hair was outta control.

I’m a big fan of blue jeans, t-shirts, and a baseball caps for little boys. In other words, a boy who looks like a boy. Luke is allll boy. However, the other day, and I won’t mention names…someone looked at Luke and asked me: boy or girl? Record screech. Music stops. Time for a haircut.

I debated going to a cutesie tootsie kid salon, or taking matters into my own hands. I mean, it’s just hair right? It’ll grow back. Call it spring fever…I was feeling daring.

Tools:

  • scissors
  • high chair
  • steady set of hands to take the snips
  • second set of hands to wrangle him in
  • iPhone (to document the momentous occasion)
  • plastic baggie to preserve a lock of hair

It was a beautiful afternoon, so I decided the trim should take place on the back porch. Luke sat in his high chair calmly watching the dogs. But when the scissors came within reach…he wanted them…and threw a tantrum…

I had no time for precision. I knew at that moment I had to snip  as quickly as I could. Nance tried to hold his hands down. In the line of duty, she suffered a battle wound. Blood eeevrywhere. Luke screaming bloody murder. Did I mention I really wanted to save a golden locket from his first haircut? I mean, doesn’t every mom have one of those? Fat chance.

What are you doing? Get off of me lady! Babies unite! Haircut revolt. Nance's battle wound.

-What are you doing?
-Get off of me lady!
-Babies unite! Haircut revolt.
-Nance’s battle wound.

Maybe spending $10 would have been worth it, maybe not. I still think he would be worse off with strangers. Either way, I think I’ll wait until I’m not pregnant to cut his hair again…that way I can have a pre and post-haircut cocktail.

Cheers.

New do

Ears lowered. New do.