My sweet boy. I can't believe it has already been five years since you first stole my heart. You are so big that now when I hold you, your arms and legs spill out everywhere. Oh, but you still let me hold you.
My sweet boy. You've got your mama's sensitivity. That's probably going to be a little tough for a boy trying to make his way in this world. But one day, some lucky girl is going to be blessed with a husband who loves her with tenderness and thoughtfulness.
My sweet boy. You've got your daddy's curiousity. You want to know how things work and why. I love to watch you try and figure things out. You are Daddy's right-hand man. You want to be where he is and do what he does... especially if it involves the jeep, getting dirty, house projects or a trip to Bass Pro.
My sweet boy. I love what makes you, you. You love to read books. You're not a fan of coloring or using scissors. You love to play in the dirt. You're not a fan of bugs. Your favorite color is black. You also love the color stripey. Your favorite number is 100. You enjoy a good donut. You are apparently allergic to bananas, jelly, applesauce and ice in your water. You can gag on command. You love playing wii with your daddy. You love going to Target with your mommy. You love wrestling with your brother and sister. Dinosaurs, maps and the solar system fascinate you. You're a tad obsessed with hot wheels.
My sweet boy. May your curiosity always lead you to new adventures. May you never shy away from a chance to show genuine compassion. May you always feel loved.
Happy Birthday sweet boy.
I love you.