Four Years Ago...

We thought we knew what to expect.

We knew you would be a boy.
We knew your name would be Adam.
We even knew what day you were scheduled to be born.

All was going as planned; and we were coolly confident, having already welcomed one little boy into our family, that we knew exactly what we were getting into.

But, our funny little Adam, as you like to say every time you burst into a room...

SUR-PRIIIIIIISE!

What we didn't expect was YOU. You defied all of our expectations from the moment you arrived on the scene that December evening four years ago, dark and wild-haired and as different from your blond, buttoned-down brother as you could possibly be.


From the start, you were the silliest little clown of a baby with that mischievous twinkle in your eye...

And a determined sense of how you would have things (as illustrated by the Sunday when you steadfastly refused to remove your coat, hat, and sunglasses for the entirety of children's church).

You are forever popping up in the most unexpected places, saying the most outrageously unexpected things...

And, really, after four years, the only thing we now expect is that we never know what to expect!

Happy Birthday, Adam. You are a most unexpected little blessing.