“I prayed for this child, and the LORD has granted me what I asked of him. So now I give him to the LORD. For his whole life he will be given over to the LORD.” ~1 Samuel 1:27-28
You, my sweet boy, are 11 years old today. It’s hard to believe. Time is racing. Oh, how I wish I could make it stand still for a moment . . . or forever.
Your boyhood is fast coming to an end. You are changing and growing and loving and living. You work hard and you play hard.
You are funny. And emotional. You feel everything to your core. Happiness, sadness, compassion, love, fear, anger, excitement. It’s all the most extreme it can be. I love that about you. There is no in between. You are who you are, and you don’t care what anyone thinks about it.
You have a wonderful heart. Your depth of compassion for small children and animals is unmatched. You are at your most tender with them. You adore your friends. And your momma. (you kinda like your dada, too)
You still love to snuggle. I am so grateful for that. Don’t forget, you promised you will still snuggle with me when you’re 16 🙂 (I know you were only 3, but I’m still holding you to that promise)
You are all boy. You run and jump . . . over, under, around, and off . . . everything. Your energy is palpable. You are busy. All. the. time.
As much as I miss the little boy you were, I am excited for the young man you are becoming. I know that God has amazing plans for your life. I know that as you leap into these preteen years, He will mold you and grow you and teach you all that you need to know. Please be still and listen.
I am so blessed to be on this journey with you. I hope you know how loved and cherished you are. I love you truly, madly, deeply. I love you more. You are the greatest gift I have ever been given on earth.
Happy birthday, love.
