Garrett, you only remember me as a face on a screen, and I don’t know you except as a wild, wiley and bitey toddler. Every moment that I’ve had with you has been precious, given how few of those there have been. Before you were born I didn’t want anything to do with you. I couldn’t stand to look at you on the ultrasound or feel you kicking.
When you handed to me for the first time I had a road-to-Damascus conversion. Here was a Mini Mark, whole and complete! I left soon after that, and didn’t see you again until you were almost two.
We had a summer and a half together, which was enough to see you’re full of a fire that matches your white hair. I love you and I hope that you have a great fifth birthday with your sister and cousins.