It's kind of shocking to think that this tall, gangly, sweet, kind boy is the same chubby little baby who made his grand appearance early in the morning on Father's Day back in 2008. Today, we celebrated with birthday pictures (and miraculously, there was no fighting when I told the kids to get dressed! Small miracles), a trip to the pick a brick wall at the Lego Store, lunch at McDonalds, and dinner at Chevys, where he acquired the hat and, like last year, asked everyone if they wanted a bite before he dug into his birthday sundae.
I'm so proud of who he is; of how he speaks sweetly to everyone, is patient beyond what would be expected of someone his age, and gives hugs and kisses with freedom and abandon. I'm thankful that he loves reading the Bible and wants to know about God and Jesus and that he he's so devoted to his family and friends.
It's a blessing to be able to call him my son.
No comments:
Post a Comment