My little, tiny, precious boy is seven! I cannot believe it, and it seems no one else can either! He is enjoying his time in the first grade, and he is ready to work hard this year to overcome some obstacles thrown in his way.
He is such a joy. He is so full of love, and he loves to hug and kiss on the whole family. He hugged Will's soaking wet head Saturday after his cross country race, and it was so sweet. He was telling Will he loved him and was proud of him.
I was telling Sam about the day he was born last night as he and Peter lay in bed. I told him about deciding on his name on the way to the hospital and how Peter was the first brother to hold him - and hold back tears at the same time. From the moment that child was born, he has been loved fiercely by his brothers.
When he got glasses, they were worried someone would laugh at him. And they told me what they would do when someone did! When he had his eye surgery and then his hernia surgery a month later, they were there to comfort him and help keep him quiet. When he had trouble talking, they encouraged him and ran to get whatever he needed whether he could say it well or not! And when he was diagnosed with diabetes, they took the news almost as hard as Pete and I did. They had lots of questions and concerns for their precious little brother. So they have all learned to care for him. They check his blood sugar, they give shots, they count carbs, they figure ratios, they do it all!
They cheer him on in life. He loves them like they are his heroes, and they love him like he is the greatest thing ever.
It's a little odd to have a senior and then one just in the school door. But I think it balances out. While the time goes way too quickly whether they are in preschool or high school, these boys will always have each other. I am so thankful God gave them to us for a while.
Happy Birthday to Sam! We love you! And we are so thankful for you!
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