Today He is Seven

Yesterday he was six.  And he brought me this flower. 

 

Delighted to spy our first ray of grown sunshine.

Then, something happened overnight. 

He became seven.  A real-deal, full fledged, tall, goofy, daring, inquisitive boy.

 

Actually, he was already all of that. 

He had a request for his day.  (Actually, he made a list of requests.  Those lists keep popping up now that he can read and write.)

But this request was last minute.  Late.  But eternal.

“Mom, it sure would be neat if I could get a New King James Bible.  That is what Mrs. Pat reads in Sunday School.  She goes around and looks at our Bibles.  I want to read outloud, too.  It’s just so great.  We sit and read the Bible for most of class!”

Twist my arm.

You better bet, I got my booty over to the Christian book store.  No time for Amazon. 

 

Two Bibles to choose from. 

Mom sitting on the floor of Lifeway, wrestling with which cover.  Does it really all come down to a cover?

Apparently.  For me at least.  (But then again, consider how shallow my conversion was.)

Little boy Young man reading. 

The same little boy I held in my arms, wishing for a manual.  The same boy who taught me so much about cloth diapers, making baby food, giving, baby wearing, receiving, talking, sharing . . . spending time with Jesus.

 

Happy Birthday – my amazing, strong, fast warrior. 

I love you and I am glad you are mine. 

Happy 3rd Birthday!

Mr. Smiley . . . my dear Gabe . . .

You with all your curls. 

I think your smiles are contagious . . . your hair is copying what your mouth does.

  Happy birthday, my not so little one.

Nearly surpassing your older brother in weight.

I love you. I’m so glad you are mine.

 

You are so silly.

Like when I found the cheese you had hidden.

Your insistence on wearing fireman boots.

You always want me to take your picture.  And when I do, you act so surprised, “There’s Gabe-ee!”

So many big things this year . . . really the past 5 months . . .

• Tot School
• a serious fall
• surgery to remove a tooth
• combining words to make big sentences
• a big boy bed
• moving into big brothers’ bedroom 
• mastering the Strider Prebike

And this summer . . . who knows what else you will learn . . . hopefully how to use the potty . . . because then you can go to Awana. 

And get your own vest.

Happy Birthday, Hottie Hubby!

Well, guess whose birthday is today?

Happy Birthday, Hottie Hubby! I am sure you have been prepared with the fact that you would be my focus today. And I am sure you are praying like crazy that no one reads this post!

(In case you missed the last time I posted about Hottie Hubby jumping on the bed--he is jumping on the bed for our children. When we go to a hotel, like when we went to Chicago last month, we jumped on the bed! It's the only time we get to indulge is such a fun and childish pleasure. Shh!!)


I really stand in awe when I consider how long I have known you. I knew of you before your voice changed; laid eyes on you before you reached your full height; was the recipient of your first kiss; held your hand down many streets and up mountains; was one of your first passengers when you got your driver's license; witnessed three of your graduations; watched you learn to snowboard; participated in your dreams; walked down a long isle to enter into covenant with you; traveled the world beside you; recently fulfilled the dream of a experiencing a U2 concert with you; came to know Jesus through you, and bore your children.

(Hottie Hubby, you make me laugh. All of the time!)

And that is only a brief glimpse of our life together. Amazing.

It is an honor. I feel blessed to be your wife and best friend.