on the last day of may, four years ago, you were born and in that time you have changed my life forever. you are the best bits and pieces of family, and of those who love you. you have connections on both sides of the ocean, and sometimes i think that you are some of that magic that keeps us all together.
since the first time you heard this song, and everytime since (no matter what version or incarnation), you have loved it. danced around and asked for it, again and again, especially the oh, oh, oh, oh's at the start. now you drum to it, as you seem to have rhythm and the count of numbers as part of your inner-workings. today you stood up on the arm of the couch and sang along, the vaccuum as your microphone.
four years ago you came along and there is not a day i am not grateful. you help me see the world differently, and you teach me about strength and gentleness, trust and silence, and to pay attention to the smallest details (like a change in breath, a barely there sound, the backbeat in a song). i love you, max. thank you for being my son.
happy birthday. and here, another go at the song. yeah, i'll turn it up all the way.