Ira, I love you. You are our secondborn son, our first biological baby to meet. To be yours is an undeserved gift I will never get over. Gratitude infuses our home to be parents to such amazing little growing guys.
It's been one year since you made your dramatic entrance, since we met for the first time. I was all drugged up and hazy, not ready to meet you. I was a real hot sad mess. But there you were, perfectly beautiful.
Your hair shocked us all. I was sure you'd be bald.
I am so honored to share cake with you! Embarrassingly, it's not your first cake because well, we like sugar. Thanks for being cute and snugly, and holding onto those rolls a bit longer than necessary. I want to gobble you right up.