Oliver, our funny, sensitive, sometimes wacky guy who was born with his hand on his cheek and his other elbow in the air. Oliver, who was as tiny as a mouse when he was born but much much louder. Our Oliver, who still smells as sweet as peaches and cake and honey, and has the bug bites to prove it.
Oliver, who sometimes eats nothing but watermelon for lunch and has just about every single Pokemon character memorized. Oliver, who understands to the very core of him the concept of fairness and justice and will do the right thing even if it is hard to do. Even if he sometimes loses his cool and pummels his brothers. He is five years old and I don’t know how.
He chose a lemon cupcake while Milo and Emil decided to split the chocolate one. Turns out they agreed to cut them four ways so that everyone could try some of each. He chose the Magic House for his special day with his best friend Estella, and after that he just wanted to play with his brothers and work in the garden, then have some alone time before dinner.
Oliver, I’ll never forget the day you were born. We love every inch and bit and essence of you and are so incredibly proud of you! Happy Birthday, sweet boy!