This post has been so hard to write.
I’ll start it and then I tear up because well…
I’m a big softy I guess.
I’ve written it.
and re-written it again.
I’ve gone back and forth about
how to write about this EPIC little boy.
The boy that came into our world a mere nine years ago
and shook things up a bit.
He is phenomenal
he somehow finds ways
to amaze me daily.
He’s super smart.
A handsome gentleman,
But also a silly one too.
He can make me laugh with a single look.
And the way he loves.
He loves wholeheartedly,
so big and so much…
and that astounds me…
I’m his mother.
I get to be his mom.
How cool is that?
How so very awesome?
Thankful, happy, blessed.
I wish so much for you this year.
Your last year of single digit-land.
I wish for more cuts, bumps, and bruises…
Because that means you explored.
You adventured, you played, you did things that children do.
I wish for more home-runs, more goals, and more teamwork.
Because that means you play, and you played hard.
I love watching you play sports,
I love what it teaches you,
I love what it teaches me about you.
How gracious you are,
how caring you are about others,
how strong and capable you can be.
How when you fail,
when you fall,
you know how to get back up stronger than ever.
You are tough, you are resilient, and you are brilliant.
You are kind too.
I wish for more laughter.
More mom and son talks,
More walks in the park.
Most of all I wish for the thing I don’t have,
More time to keep you little just like this.
Perfectly in this moment,
I’m content to keep you nine.
However, I know that you grow you must,
and I’m curious as ever to see you at 10, 11, 12, 21.
But for now, I am happy to celebrate the
wonderful nine years that I’ve been immensely honored to have with you.
I love you my Little Lion
Happiest of Birthday’s to you…
Until Next Taste,