Sunday was Will's birthday. Seven, if you can believe it. Of course I get very reflective on my children's birthdays. I miss the toddler Will. That oh-so-sweet little square of a man, with white-blond hair and a John Deere hat. I'm afraid the John Deere days are all but behind us now, pushed aside for Mario Brothers and the Utah Jazz...
sniff...
It was a day filled with cuddles and snuggles and hugs. Will is one to express his love to me constantly, and his birthday was definitely no exception. We all wanted to spoil our "golden boy"...he got as many gifts or more as he did on Christmas. A birthday dinner that consisted of crescent dogs, grape jello and cooked carrots, with carrot cake for dessert. And Willie boy makes it worth all the trouble, constantly thanking us and happy as a clam for the entire day. It's hard for a 7-year-old to sit through 3 hours of church on his birthday, but he made it, and in the end we were glad that his birthday was on Sunday. We spent the whole day together, enjoying each other.
So this is for Will. (Seen here with "Roy" the monkey, named after Roy Rogers...)
Thank you, Buddy, for being so loving.
Thank you for wanting to hang on me and lean your head on my arm, instead of just holding my hand while walking.
Thank you for loving my cooking, and for never failing to thank me after EVERY meal.
Thank you for taking things so seriously.
Thank you for being such a loving, helpful and proud big brother to little Odie.
Thank you for being selfless beyond your years.
Thank you for being such a momma's boy.
Thank you for saying "I love you Mommy" 49 times a day.
Thank you for being so "touchy", even when it is driving me crazy and I desperately need my space.
Thank you for having such a unique "Willie" personality...we love it.
and thank you for just being you, and loving every minute of it.
I love all seven years of you.