On February 10th at 5pm our youngest, Michael came into the world. Such a quiet, calm little baby. Of course, being the 3rd, I had no worries and JUST ENJOYED the baby enormously. Like puppies, they grow up too fast and now here he is 9 years old and me and Bruce are wondering where the time went.....
So, we ordered his favorite food, Arby's beef and cheddar and had a small cake, family party. In true Michael style, he raved about the ordeal. "I love all this attention" he said. And being the youngest with a teen sister, he wanted an Ipod for his gift. Matthew was more than happy to assist in choosing the style and color. Morgan graciously down loaded "hip" songs for him. Having a big sister & brother is sooo great!!! As soon as Matthew gets well ( yes he is sick ) Michael will choose a friend to take to Pirate Cove for the day. They will be treated to gocarts, laser tag, yummy food like Coke and pizza. They will be thoroughly entertained and worn out... He is in the process of choosing that friend, what a hard choice.... Of course his class was treated to doughnuts on his birthday, so I reminded him that we really DID include everyone.
Tonight as I tuck in my 9 year old, read him a story by his favorite author, Roahl Dahl, snuggled next to him, I will feel like the luckiest mom ever. I will thank God for my children and the blessing of a few more years of "tucking in" complete with stories & prayers recited out loud...
1 comment:
Wonderful post. Happy birthday, Michael! It really doesn't seem like he's nine. I still think he's like 5....of course, Isabel is still 4 in my head and my boys are stuck at 9 with Matthew. Sorry Morgan, you're still only 12 to me! Where does time go? How did this happen?
Post a Comment