“My baby turned 9. I cannot believe how fast the time has flown. Seems like yesterday was your first birthday.
You are no longer my little boy. This brings tears to mommy’s eyes..I had warned you I would cry on your birthday.
I am mourning (just a bit) that you are growing up. No more babies…you are my perfect last. You were ordained
by God to be the 3rd boy and to complete our family. Your middle name, Matthew, means gift of God and we chose
it just for you. I also have tears of joy because I take such delight in watching you grow up. I am so privileged to
be your mother and be a part of helping you grow into a man of God. Such an honor! “
The first picture you are posing nicely because I asked.
This one shows YOU and your personality! I love it!
Brothers are the best!
Your favorite thing is to play at the park with Dad.
Happy Birthday to my favorite 9 year old.