Today is my little Pufnstuf’s 2nd birthday. He was born early…2 whole months early. His mom was supposed to be on bed rest, but the bills demanded that she work. My godson Syre Christopher was brought into the world and became a ray of sunshine for all who love him.
He endured a couple of surgeries and a couple of months in the hospital. When he came home from the hospital, his mom and dad rented a limo to bring the little star home. He was so small…but so strong. I saw him in the hospital. I saw him a month after his trip home…and then again a few months later for his 1st Christmas. A whole year went by without seeing him. I saw him again on Christmas of 2008. We saw him frequently into the New Year, and then his mom asked for my help. It was then…about 2 days after my birthday…that I returned home with her and Syre. I stayed in DC for 2 months caring for him, waking up with him everyday.
That little boy is a TRIP. I’d wake up and he’d be standing over me like 3am smiling. He has a sense of humor to rival some adults. He knows EXACTLY when he’s being funny. Take that picture up there. It’s one of my faves. His mom and I were talking, just gabbing along…both of us on our laptops…when we looked up and he had on her new beret. He had it tilted right and everything, with this smirk on his face like, “Am I funny…huh?” Of course Auntie had to flip out the camera phone and take pics. Too hilarious for words. There were so many more moments like those. I got to bond with him, teach him…and in the interim…learn from him as well.
I miss him like crazy. Happy Birthday, Syre. Godmommy loves you.