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Tuesday, April 15, 2014

A letter to my son.



Laden,
I am so glad I get to be your mom. You bring so much joy into my life, and you make me laugh every day. You are such an amazing little boy, and you are so very smart. You are five, but not for much longer. With your birthday only a month away, six is right around the corner.  Red is your favorite color. Your favorite parts of school are playing outside and snack time, but math is always next on the list. You are constantly being named math king in class (You get that from your daddy), and your face always beams when you tell me about it. I love seeing you so proud of yourself. You are a great reader, and your favorite books are always silly stories. I love listening to you read and hearing your laugh as you do it. When I ask you what you want to be when you grow up, your answer always changes. Sometimes you want to be a Lego, sometimes you want to be a chair, and sometimes you say you want to make and build things like daddy. At times I just look at you, and I can’t believe how big you are. It’s bittersweet. You still love dogs (a love that started when you were just a baby), but you have slowly started sleeping with fewer and fewer stuffed animals. At one time you and 35 stuffed dogs all shared the same bed, and now it’s only five or six. You still love them, but you have moved on to playing with Legos, Ninja Turtles, and Power Rangers. You turn anything you can into a sword, and you are forever attacking something. You’re one strong and brave dude. Mastering the diving board and going on the roof with daddy were very proud moments for you. As Rylee and I kept our feet firmly on the ground, you climbed the ladder, stood on the roof, and smiled and waved (while holding daddy’s hand, so I wouldn’t be too nervous) and asked if you could stay up there all day. You love playing football, and when asked you always say tackling is your favorite part. You’re tough like that, and it’s a good thing. Because, let’s be honest, you’re kind of clumsy…maybe a lot clumsy, but you’re good at shaking things off. While you’re wild and loud at home, you can be very shy and quiet when you’re somewhere new or around new people. (You get that from your daddy too.) Rylee likes to answer questions for you.  She knows you don’t always like to talk, but you’re getting better at answering. And when you get comfortable and start talking and smile…people can’t help but smile back. I love seeing who you are becoming. I love your wit and your humor. I love your strength. I love watching you play with Oliver. I will forever treasure the nights I would tuck you in and you would kiss my belly telling Oliver goodnight. Watching you with him now is just so sweet, and he’ll crawl clear across the room to get to you. You’re a great big brother, and I’m looking forward to watching your relationship continue to grow.
I love you “taller than a pole”, but as much as I love you, I pray you’ll always know that God loves you more. I pray you always remember you can do anything you put your mind to. God has big plans for you, and I know he will use you in amazing ways.
You, little man, are loud, wild, silly, smart, funny, brave, strong, and amazing.
 I love you.



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