Wednesday, June 11, 2008

Dear Mr. Aidan

Your birthday was back on the 2nd of this month, so I'm a little late with this, but, here goes.

I don't think I've ever known a little fellow quite as awesome as you. I love...

...the cakes you make out of play-do. I love the way you roll them out, and put them in the 'oven,' or rather, the bottom corner cupboard. I love the way you watch the clock, and then hurry over excitedly to pull them out and serve them to us.

...that you recognize so many different music themes. You recognize TV themes such as Lost in Space, Murder She Wrote, Perry Mason, and The Twilight Zone. You recognize movie themes such as The Great Escape, The Magnificent Seven, Seven Samurai, Bridge on the River Kwai, and most recently East of Eden.

...the way you go limping about the house in the early hours of the morning. When I hear the uneven gait headed down the stairs, I know it must be five o'clock. excited you get when you here we're going on a trip. You talk about it for days ahead of time, and days afterwards.

...the way you sing. Who wouldn't love the way you sing? You take tunes that are familiar to you and change the words so that the subject is one near and dear to your heart. You sing about kitties, about fuel filters, about coolers, about sewers, and about all those other things you're so fond of. (We'd go down to the sewer, and into the sewer we'd dive.)

...the way you stand rapturously at the CD player with your hands clasped in front of you when we have music playing. You particularly love the Clancy Brothers and Tommy Makem. You always have.

...the way you go puttering about in the front yard talking to yourself. In the winter you're out there stacking logs and shoveling the driveway, in the summer you water the flowers. You're always up to something.

...that you always know everything. You keep a long list in your head of contrived dentist appointments and contrived chores for us, and you never miss an opportunity to give us a serious talk about the pain we'll have when they knock our teeth out, or the exhaustion will suffer when we clean our rooms.

...the silly, silly faces you get. I don't know of a little boy who can make such silly faces as you.

...your laugh. When you really start laughing, it's absolutely hilarious. Nobody can resist laughing along with you.

...the way you give us the proper responses to your questions and statements. There's nothing quite like standing in a public place and having you tell us to tell you to 'be quiet, you little brat.'

...the way you curl up next to me on a chair when we're watching a movie. Most recently you and I sat out in the living room all alone watching Shadowlands. You watched very attentively, and at last drifted off to sleep. You look like such a sweet little angel when you're asleep.

...your smile. Your smile is the best part of you, because it's indicative of everything else about you. Your cheer, your humor, your brightness. Aidan-boy, you're one little bundle of joy, and you'll never know how grateful I am for such a sweet younger brother.

Happy Birthday!!



Anonymous said...

Clare - That birthday tribute to Aidan brought tears to my eyes....tears of laughter and tears for the love you have for your brother. Thanks!

Anonymous said...

Clare--I have never even seen your brother's page until this very moment. By chance stopped by and am in tears. What a wonderful sister you are for seeing all of these wonderful things in your brother. Through your life, do not lose that ability to see things in others---it will set you apart always