‘Twas the night before Thanksgiving 2008, when our world was forever changed. A little boy came into our lives and our hearts discovered the deep and profound joy of loving someone from our very own flesh and blood. We learned that it was indeed possible to function in life even during the experimentation of sleep deprivation night after night. We learned that one little look, one coo, one smile from our little boy’s lips would melt our hearts into a giant puddle. We learned what absolute fun it is to watch a tiny and helpless little human morph into a crawling and giggling baby, then into a walking toddler making us laugh with his silly phrases and antics, into a little boy who is in constant discovery of life around him, into a bigger boy who is learning to write his name, has friends, and dreams about what he wants to be when he grows up.
They say time flies. Yes, it sure does. I’m not totally convinced there have been four actual years since 2008 and 2012, but here we are and my little baby is now FOUR years old.
I could describe him to you, but I thought since he is such a big kid, maybe he could tell you about himself instead.
So, Joey, tell me…
What is your favorite color? Red.
What do you want to be when you grow up? A pilot.
What is your favorite book? I Saw an Ant on the Rail Road Track.
What is your favorite TV show? Mighty Machines and Blue’s Clues.
What is your favorite dinner that Mommy makes? Spaghetti!
What does your mom do all day? Gets ready for parties and makes lunch. (his first answer was that she goes potty all day . . . huh?)
What does your dad do all day? Works at work.
How many more years until you are a teenager? Five.
What do you like best about your life? Jesus.
What part of you do you like the best? My back because you scratch it.
What is your favorite time of day? When I play outside.
Where is your favorite place to eat out? Chick-Fil-A with the tree house. (the one in Reading.)
What is the opposite of rough? soft.
Happy birthday, Joey. May this year be your best yet. May you walk in the joy and confidence of the Lord. May you hear and obey His voice. May you worship Him with all your heart. May you love others as much as He loves you. May you understand how much you are loved. May you continue to discover, enjoy, and love this life that He gave you.
We love you Joey, that’s for certain, and we are so thrilled you are our boy. We love you to the moon and back, and back, and back, and back, and back, and back, and back . . .