Happy birthday Tornado.

I’ll whisper to you today, as I do most every morning, you are your OWN superhero.

Till I could teach you.

Till you could understand what I said.

I wore the words for both of us.

As you grew. 

And talked.

And showed you could sense what they meant I handed the tee-shirt reigns over to you.

I reread this post frequently & it still brings tears of joy to my eyes.

These KINDERdays when I whisper those words Im likely to be met with sighs of “I know, Mama!”

And a quick departure to change into this:

I pray you never lose sight of your powers.

I pray you use them for those who have none.

I pray in those moments when you forget what you posses you still remember to look inward not outward for answers.

More than anything I thank you for teaching me the real meaning behind what has always been one of my favorite quotes:

Enjoy all the little things, for one day you may look back and realize they were the big things.

Only now do I really understand.

Happy birthday.

May it only be filled with little things.

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Seussian Sunday (aka Tornado creates a Seussgiving tradition).

10 inflatable Seuss-style hats: sixty dollars.Expedited shipping so hats arrive Wednesday before Thanksgiving: six dollars.Extended family prancing around Austin unknowingly waving their freak flags sporting the Seuss? 10.00 (cost of bribe bestowed upon young cousin).New traditions which make us light-headed*, laugh, & embrace the levity in life? Priceless.

Any American-types out there create new holiday rituals this year as we did?

Did yours involve headBONKING (dang those hats were unwieldy!) & family cajoling (Seriously, EVERYONE goes to Rudy’s in bigassinflatable head-gear. It’s totally not weird. I PROMISE!)

It surprised even ME how fun it could be…

*Next year Im so not saying: “It’s ok! Ive got it!!! You guys go hang out!” I quickly became a very lightheaded misfit.

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