Dear son, you are growing into such a handsome boy, with your deep brown eyes, and freckles, and thick, long eyelashes. You remind me so much of your Dad. Your love of all things John Deere. Your dreaming of what to purchase next ;). Your ease at running anything with a motor. How can it be that my boy is on the threshold of adolescence? You are still a child. Yet. But I see you growing and changing. You are thin, with bony legs and knobby knees, but you sure can show off your hard muscles 🙂 Some days, my frustration with you reaches out and grips me with it’s intensity. You are stubborn, and hot tempered, and dare I say, more like me than I care to admit. But that doesn’t change my love for you.
I was certain you’d never come, on that HOT, July day. Eleven, I repeat 11 days late, and you still wanted no parts of entering this big world. Pretty sure you would have been content in there another week or two, but the midwife said it’s time. I got bigger with you than any. You weighed the most too. I ate fresh blueberries while I labored away with you 🙂 You were born with black hair, and almond shaped eyes, and you looked a bit like an Indian 🙂
Now here we are. You are 10, and entering 4th grade. I do love seeing you grow. But slow down, son, slow down! Like I said, he loves John Deere. I really did not want a tractor picture, but just for him we did 🙂 Little sis wanted in on the action 🙂 I may have to keep the girls away in a few years 😉 Thanks for stopping by, friends! Have a lovely weekend!