Today my middle child turns 8. And as I look expectantly to his bright future, my heart hurts for days gone by. Days we can’t get back, but I will forever treasure. What a quick journey parenthood is. Thru the endless routine of bed making and word practicing, life happens quickly. Lord, let me treasure every minute. I considered writing a new blog post for his birthday. But yet, I want to be in the moment on his big day today. So last year’s post will have to do. Today…..have a bounce house to enjoy! Happy birthday Easton.
I love that you always wake up happy.
I love that you order calamari for dinner if it’s on a restaurant menu….it’s so bizarre. What 8 year old does that?
I love that you hide little toys in your pockets.
I love that you can eat a entire cantelope at one sitting.
I love that it doesn’t matter to you if your friends are girls or boys…..as long as they are kind.
I love that when I am in training….you will do my 3 or 4 mile running loop on your bike with me. And you don’t give up. And you encourage me.
I love that you take your time choosing friends….and you choose your friends wisely.
I love that you talk about Heaven and who we will see and what we will do and at 8….you are already sensitive to the things of the Lord.
I love that you have always been content to make a fort out of a blanket or a sword out of a cardboard tube….you are happy with just the little things. As your Mom…that blesses me. Thank you.
I love that you have a little lisp.
I love that you are not a follower. You rarely give in to peer pressure. Lord let that always be so!
I love that your love language is “physical touch”. You love to cuddle me.
I love that every teacher you have ever had in preschool and elementary school each has said things like “I wish I had a whole class of Easton’s“.
I love that you have always been able to entertain yourself. Your imagination is amazing.
I love that you call my wrinkles “tiger scratches”.
I love that you can dance. And dance WELL!
I love that you like to sleep in weird places like in your closet. Who cares, right buddy?
I love that you will try new things. You even asked to try a clam in Florida. And you did…
I love that you want me to home school you just so “we can spend more time together”.
I love that you want to visit Bethlehem and Mount Rushmore. I hope I can take you to both.
I love that you instinctively steer clear of kids who get in trouble and you avoid drama.
I love that you don’t eat meat….except McDonald’s chicken nuggets….and that ain’t meat.
I love that you are mine!
You are such a sweet boy and I am blessed to be your mother. Each of the 2920 days of your life, you have been a pure joy to raise. I love you deeply.