Listening to: Sarah's AWESOME mix
There should have been more but then, no matter how much he had, it would have seemed insufficient. Not in his estimation, in mine.
Yes, there were presents (several from My Love) which he opened with savage enthusiasm. He awoke to a birthday kiss which he greeted with his full-body grin and a warm "Thank you, Daddy!"
Other than that, this balmy mid-September day was spent close to home and with little celebration.
Had there been more, it still would have been dwarfed by his indomitable spirit. He would outshine any candle lit for him; no party could outdo the celebration of life that is his daily rite. While the rest of the world frets and second guesses itself, while we all awake to the uncertainty of our fortune, Zeke rises with the sun, blazing, unconcerned with clouds or shadows or crisis. Each day for him is to be simply relished. Pleased as he was today that he is now three, this day was no more - nor less - to him.
Almost from the time he was bornm I've called him My Little Laughing Buddha because of his insistence at being incorrigibly happy. His is a persistent elation, an absolute satisfaction with his "suchness", never desiring, never lacking, and almost always ecstatic with each moment as it happens.
Every day he leaps and springs and tumbles through life and doesn't care who sees him. It's as if he intuits that the many who would despise him do not matter nearly as much as the few who, swept up in his revel, would join him, as though he was born singing the line from e.e. cummings, "I would rather learn from one bird how to sing than to teach 10,000 stars how not to dance."
His lack of self-consciousness and his refusal to be miserable is enviable. Too many people pay me too much money to achieve a remote glimpse of what apparently comes naturally to him. If I could tap his spirit and sell it as an elixer, I would be shamefully rich - and the world would be a much better place.
Zeke's Big Big Day will come a couple of weeks from now. He shares a September birthday with his sister and so, kind of like a Christmas baby, gets gyped out of a day that should be entirely his. Not that he will notice - or care. As far as he's concerned, each day is a Big Day.
UPDATE: My Love has pictures posted of Zeke and adds her two cents regarding my little man - go check it out!