Birthday

We celebrated a birthday this week. Our "baby" turned 5! He has been a fireball wrapped inside a boys body since birth. When I had number four, our first boy, I was shocked at how different he was from the girls. What can I say, I don't remember being around many little boys and girls so I could compare. When we found out we (namely I) was pregnant again, with another boy, I was excited. Now my boy would have a brother to play with. He was born c-section like all the others and weighed 8 lbs 12 oz and was 21 1/2 inches long. He looked just like his dad, light hair and blue eyes. It is amazing that our hearts always have room to love more children. When I looked at him, I was in love. I cried (as usual) and couldn't wait to get back in my room so I could hold him.
He is a wonderful boy that I cherish. I do have a little saying about him though- God made him as cute and sweet as he is a turkey for a reason. This boy is always doing something, always. Some days it is climbing a very tall fir tree to the top and getting stuck or running and smacking his head on a door and busting his head open or slamming his brother's fingers in a door (actually it was the back of the door, where the door's hinges are) and causing a compound fracture OR there are the times he makes a snack for everyone and picks out a movie for us to watch or giving hugs to people just because... The list can go on and on. He is a wonderful child that brings smiles to my faces daily and tears on other days. Here is a story that I will never forget:
When he was 3 he walked into the kitchen and saw me crying- my dad had just called a family pet had died, you know, one of those from your childhood. He said he would be right back and ran away. He brought me a band aid and told me I could put it on "it" and it would be better. I of course cried more and hugged him tight. I can't imagine my life without him in it. I am so thankful that God chose to bless us with this wonderful child. I pray that we will raise him in a way that pleases God.