Posted by peskypippi | Posted in Attitude, Babies, Birth, Boys, Celebrations, Childhood, Childrearing, Children | Posted on 02-04-2014
Tags: celebrations, happy birthday, joy, my son turns nine
As I ponder the past nine years since my son was born, one word comes to mind:
People have told me: What a character! What a sweetie! What a ham! What a sense of humor! What a talker! What a blessing! What a joker! What personality! What a cutie! What a sweetheart! What a joy!
I could go on. And I will: So friendly! So polite! So kind! So happy! So funny! So lovable! So silly! So full of personality! So much to say! So cute! So joyful!
Family, friends, teachers, coaches, strangers. They all love him.
My son is full of joy. He brings us so much joy. When he walks into a room, he radiates joy. I so proud and joyful to be his mother.
Happy 9th birthday to my joyful son! If I had to pick one picture to capture one moment in time, it would be this one. As he soared above my head. Small enough to balance on my feet. Joyful enough to think it’s so much fun. And giggly enough that he nearly fell over. On the Labrador.