I see a baby boy.
My first son.
His Daddy heard him catch his first breath in this world, and it made him cry. (Yes, Daddies cry.)
The three hours of his birth seemed so long, but these first seven years of his life have flown by. How is that?
Oh, this miracle of birth and life and love!
My first Mama’s Boy.
I still feel his silky baby skin and smell the fragrance of his little newborn head.
I remember all the earaches and all the tummy troubles. Oh the tummy troubles.
I remember that he was my first baby to sleep well at night.
I remember the golden curls that Daddy insisted we cut off when he turned two!
I see a growing boy.
A boy who is seven years old today.
A boy who will climb (and jump off) anything that will hold still long enough to be climbed upon. (This includes hoofed, living things, like cows and goats.)
A boy who tells me I’m beautiful everyday.
A boy who decides (nearly every day) that this meal is going to be on the menu for his next birthday.
A boy who fusses over every phonics lesson but can be found in the living room with random books throughout the day.
A boy who plans to be a cowboy and a preacher when he grows up, and sincerely hopes that knights and dragons do actually still exist.
Sometimes I worry that these days are slipping by and I’m going to miss something.
In the midst of the crazy, I cherish.
I see a grown-up man.
In my mind’s eye, of course.
A man who, I pray, will be a man of integrity like his Daddy.
A kind man.
A generous and honest man.
A man who isn’t afraid to slay the dragons of this world, or the ones in his own life.
A man who became that courageous hero he always dreamed he would be.
A man who can love deeply and live greatly.
A man who isn’t so afraid of failing that he fails to try.
And today he is still the little boy who runs in and out the back door (a hundred times a day), with dirty boots, a beat up hat, and a dimpled grin.
Today he dreams big.
Today he sleeps hard.
Today he eats… oh, he eats!
And today we celebrate.
Celebrate his life… his past, his future, and…
most of all
we just celebrate his- and our- today.
Because today is the most valuable gift we have!
Happy 7th birthday, Mr. K. I love you to the moon and back!