Man of the Woods, 18 years old. I remember the day you were born. I was exhausted after 29 hours of labor and you were the biggest baby on the floor at 8 lbs. 9 oz. You were born the night before mothers day. It was that morning that I feel like I really had the chance to count your toes, and inspect the shape of your ears I know a weird Ma thing to do, but I can still see your tiny ears in that hospital room as you contentedly slept in my arms. For years you hated the church nursery, I wasn't sure how you were going to make it in Kindergarten, but when the day came from across the room you signed I love you with a big smile on your face. Just before you turned to run into the classroom your hand explode into imaginary fireworks. Off you went full of confidence, ready to conquer the world. When the time finally came to pick you up, you excitedly hopped into the car with a million and one stories to share about your day. You are the first born, constantly birthing me into parenthoo...
My Happy One, Nine today! Half way to adulthood. You have grown by leaps and bounds this year. You are quickly becoming a pro at reading. You have a deep love of animals, and nature. Much to your chagrin you have surpassed my knowledge of cars, makes and models. I'm sorry I'm no longer a useful resource when we're driving through town. You give hugs freely. You pray often both in gratitude and earnestly going before the Creator with your requests. Your heart is tender and beautiful. My prayer for you as you grow this year is that you would continue to turn to your Father in times of need. That you would seek out ways to love and serve other people in your life. Ultimately that you would love your neighbor as you love yourself. And that you would continue to know you are loved, my chocolate eyed boy. You are an answer to prayer. There are no words to describe how thankful I am to be your Mom. Interview with your 9 year old self: Who is your favorite superhero? Spiderman Wh...
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