And now I am going to tell you a Clark story that absolutely will not transfer into blog-words or make any impact when I type it out, but I am typing it out anyway.
Yesterday, Alice and I were singing "Jolly Holiday" together in her room, because that is something we do.
For those who are not best friends with Mary Poppins like I am, I will remind you that the lyrics go:
Oh it's a jolly holiday with Mary, Mary makes your heart so light, when the day is gray and ordinary, Mary makes the sun shine bright! Oh happiness is blooming all around her, the daffodils are smiling at the doves! When Mary holds your hand you feel so grand, your heart starts beating like a big brass band.
(Sidenote: As a child I did not realize that Bert is in love with Mary. I just didn't. I had not yet developed the part of my brain that understood this concept, so I just thought they were close friends with a mysterious past and that he admired her as a human being or witch or whatever it is she is. But no, his heart is beating like a big brass band. Got that? Then there is the verse Mary sings about how he is gentleman and never thinks of pressing his advantage which is basically her saying, dude, I don't love you like that and this is kind of awkward so I will do my Mary Poppins kind-but-firm shtick to shut you down. ANYWAY. Back to the story!)
As we were singing, I stopped suddenly. The baby had grabbed ahold of my hair and was pulling it, hard. The baby, who is named Harrison but who is called Hal most of the time. Harrison. Got that?
So Clark immediately begins singing to fill the silence, to the tune of Jolly Holiday...
"When HARRY holds your HAIR you feel so... grair, ha ha ha ha ha... WHEN HARRY HOLDS YOUR HAIR!"
Okay. Like I warned, this doesn't like anything written out in words. I know that. Except that I also know I never ever in a thousand years would I have thought, "Well, the baby is pulling my mom's hair and his name is Harrison and mom sometimes calls him Harry Potter and Harry rhymes with Mary and I could say that Harry holds your HAIR instead of Mary holds your hand and it would be a funny joke!"
But Clark did. Clark thought to sing it without missing a beat. Clark who is his own funny person and not me or Luke or anyone else in the world but Clark. He isn't just my baby, he is a person. This kind of crap blows my mind.
Today Clark is four. Four years ago today, he was born. Four years ago today, he weighed 6 pounds 14 ounces. Four years ago I didn't know who he was, yet. Now I know, he is Clark.
Happy birthday to my sweet little angel troublemaker who I could not love more. We are so glad you are Clark.