Happy Birthday CCC!!

Happy 10th Birthday, Cam!!

Double digits. Ten years old. It’s hard to believe we’re already here.

You were my roly-poly little baby—always happy, always calm. I honestly can’t remember you ever crying or being upset. You arrived just 17 short months after Emmie, but you made it all feel easy. I think you knew that’s exactly what I needed.

You were the baby who always wanted to cuddle, who always smiled, and who could always be made happy with food. I used to worry I forgot you at home because you were so quiet in the car. But that was just you—my peaceful presence in the chaos. Always making life a little easier.

Your middle name is Chaos, because you were born into it—but you were never chaotic. Not once. You’ve always been peace, calm, joy. The complete opposite of your name… which, somehow, makes it even more perfect.

As a toddler, your best friend was Memom, your great-grandmother. You’d hold her hand and guide her, helping her walk so she wouldn’t fall. That’s when I knew: you were something special. An old soul. Adults have always loved you. I see it at school—every single staff member knows you, even if they’ve never taught you. You’ll strike up a conversation with any cashier, waiter, grown-up—zero fear, just pure charm. It's always amazed me.

Now you’re my sports-loving boy. Constantly quoting athlete stats from YouTube videos. Always asking to throw a ball. I love watching you play—no matter how much time you get on the field, you’re there, fully present. I've never seen a kid so locked in from the sidelines, so genuinely happy for the team, not just himself.

I love the way you make friends so effortlessly. How you walk right up to a group of kids and ask to join in. You are brave and bold in ways I wish I could be.

These past two years haven’t been easy. We’ve lived through some truly hard things. But whether I wanted to admit it or not, you gave me strength. You love big. You speak your mind. Filtering your thoughts has never even occurred to you—and I love that about you. And underneath all of that, you're still a mama’s boy through and through. Like when you bought me flowers with your gift card, unprompted. Or when you know just the right moment to give me a hug. Or when you text me every single day you’re away with a countdown until you're back in my arms.

Happy 10th birthday, my sweet, loving boy. I can’t wait to celebrate you this weekend—and I really can’t wait to keep watching you grow.