forget me nots- Happy birthday Roman

When you become a parent, you consciously-subconsciously, pull from your subconscious and focus much of your energy recreating things you loved from your childhood, and making sure you work hard to foster the opposite styles of which you hated from your upbringing. Some people swing the pendulum a little too far and end up causing their own children to have a distaste for their opposite rearing. For example, if you were shown no physical affection as a child, you may cause your child to hate PDA due to their overexposure to it, or maybe their was zero communication in your house, so now your children have to roll their eyes at the constant TMI. Either way, we all like to focus on the good and forget the bad. While we may remember some of the "bad" a little too much from childhood, I think as we age, we only hold on to the good. At least this is my experience. I quickly forget all of my adult discomforts quite easily, until I'm reminded by someone else. I'm thankful that I can't really capture the bitter taste of hardship. Rather, once I'm through a tough day, I naively exclaim that it wasn't that bad. I hope that regardless of what my children remember from their childhood, I pray they remember they were loved well, that the hard was worth it, and that good is always right around the corner.
It's always fun to look back after that first year of life and amazingly only remember the sleep-filled nights! Roman, I cannot believe you are one! You are the most relaxed, sweet, simple, and silly boy. Your dance moved rock the house, and your voice will certainly be heard through these walls! I love how much you love your brothers, and I love how you keep on growing despite my efforts to slow you down! Happy birthday bugaboo. We love you!