Happy-go-lucky, busy, fearless, always on the go. You were determined to keep up with your older brother - and you did! You could skateboard, you could rollerblade... swim, flip on the trampoline, ski! You taught yourself how to ride a two-wheel bike in preschool! Preschool! You were something else, for sure (that's one way to put it).
You loved to play and oh, you were so funny. SO FUNNY. But you had a sensitive side too. Not a day went by that you didn't bring me a flower - for years and years. Sometimes a crumpled flower you had saved in your pocket. Sometimes a lovely flower snatched from someone's garden. Sometimes you brought half the garden and I worried just a little... But you'll never know how much I treasured each and every flower from my Davy.
Time goes so fast, so fast. Best buddies, homework, teachers you love, teachers you don't. Perhaps a little mischief here and there ;) Busy lives, girls, Cotillion! Movies, MASH, family games, your hysterical character impersonations :) Little worries that creep in at night and turn to big worries as you try to go to sleep. So much to think about. Sigh. Such fun times, such hard times. All part of growing up.
Hard years. Ugh. Especially for sensitive ones. Self doubt, self consciousness, fears, wanting to fit in, wanting to be happy, hormones complicating everything. Friends choosing different paths. Lots of kids turning to lots of things. I think this is the year that the Guardian Angel Program kicks in :) I am really grateful for that program. And even when you were hard to love Davy, I loved you.
Davy, you are every bit the precious boy you always were. You just had to see it for yourself. And you rose out of the ashes yourself too - it was no easy feat, because I watched you do it. With a lot of support, and a lot of love. But you did all the work. You found your inner music, you found your creative voice. Your inner strength and your faith were still there after all. You listened to your conscience, and to your heart of gold. Such a heart of gold.
So happy birthday!!! How you got to be 18 already, I don't know. But I am so proud of you. We are all proud of you. And now you are ready to write the rest of your story. Do not doubt - you have everything you need for this wonderful adventure. Your creative voice will touch the world, and make it a better place. I know this to be true.