Tuesday, March 30, 2010

Long overdue Birthday Post for my Biggest Boy...

Dear Sam,
I can't believe my oldest baby - my oldest son - is nine years old. It sounds so cliche to talk about how it just seems like yesterday that you were born, but in reality, it's so true. The time I've had with you has been the best nine years of my life, in part because of your flair for the dramatic, your ability to become excited about ANYthing, and your passion for life itself. You don't do anything half-way - it's all or nothing with you, and although at time, the nothing does want to creep through, your exuberance for everything is contagious.

I love that you are so kind. I love that you think about even the little bugs we see and how they're just trying to make it like we are. I love that you take great care not to hurt anyone's feelings, and that when you do hurt them, you grieve and immediately take action to make up for it. Your baby brother Max adores you. He wants to do everything you do because you make it a point to include him. And, what a great role model you are. I love your crazy blond curls, and your deep chocolate eyes. I love that you hold doors for everyone, and that you never fail to give someone a wave if they let you cross in front of them. I love that you speak to all strangers in a kind voice and ask them how they are. I love that you're mine.

You have lived with us over half the time that you ultimately will. And while that thought brings me to tears - almost to my knees - at any given moment, it also gives me so much excitement and anticipation about what your future holds. Something big is in store for you, my boy - I know it in my bones.

I love you to the moon and back, more than you'll ever know, and I'm so grateful and proud to be your Mama.