friday he turned seven. celebrating and party preparations prohibited a timely post. but he so deserves one!
in seven words, he is:
when I found out I was pregnant with child number two, the biggest question in my mind was "how can I love another, like I love spencer?" lucky for me, God's design for a mother's heart is for it to expand with more than enough love.
after spending a few moments with my second son, you'd probably come away with a similar list of adjectives to the ones I listed. yet we could bundle them all together and call him "mr. big." for when you get to know him, you'd see that he loves big, plays big, cares big, competes big...everything big.
this boy of mine is an early riser (seven am is late for him), and he is ready to go when his feet hit the floor. he loves waffles and honey nut cheerios. while his brother collected thomas the tank engine trains, he collects lego projects. he is patient to the nth degree when assembly is in session.
this boy of mine is an observer of people. as you watch him in a crowd, he is initially quiet and reserved, watching and analyzing his surroundings...he's always thinking. and then when the moment is right, he joins in.
this boy of mine is all about play. whether it's wii, psp, or wiffle ball in the backyard, this boy is a real live action figure. this action makes it easy for us to know when he isn't feeling well. if he's snuggling with you, there's a trip to the doctor right around the corner.
this boy of mine, isn't really. he's a precious child of God, entrusted to me for what will seem like a breath. he's a gift to everyone he meets. and every day I learn a little more how to possess a little less.
happy seventh birthday, boy of mine.