It seems like just yesterday that every time the house got eerily quiet, I could bet that something was being cut apart, no matter how high up I put the scissors. Comforters, doll hair, doll fingers...nothing was safe. Not even the sugar.
I vividly remember the stage that whenever my sweet boy had something he wasn't supposed to have, he would throw it as soon as you went after him to take it...which means that the time he picked up my parents' large glass vase and I yelled "DON'T CHASE HIM!!!" everyone knew to stay calm and act like nothing was awry as someone snuck up behind the little stinker and grabbed the vase out of his pudgy little 18 month old hands.
How is it that he is nine years old today?
This boy that makes my heart swell with joy? Who has a heart bigger than anyone I know...a strong, sturdy, "built like a brick sh*t house" body with a heart so soft and sensitive it belies his hearty exterior.
My child who was first to burst out the door and greet me upon my return from Florida. This boy who is full of questions and always observing, figuring things out, watching how things work.
He is so wonderful.
I recently discovered the perfect job for him...Lego designer. Kid is a Lego mastermind. The way his mind works, he's sure to be an engineer...put the two together, Legoland, here he comes!
Only, I think that's too far away. For him and for his mama. Right now he wants to work for his dad's business when he grows up, and that's just fine with me. It'll keep him close...and that's what I'd prefer!
This boy of mine is suddenly becoming more and more grown up...9! NINE! Do you know what 9 is halfway to? Ugh. Let's not even talk about it. The way the last nine years have flown by, I can't imagine how fast the next 9 will. :(
I love this boy so very, very much. More than he will ever know. He makes me proud and he fills my heart with joy.
Happy Birthday, Dubya!
We love you to the moon and back (and back and back and back and back...)