Day 4 I'm being thankful for my son #3, who has been a delight from the moment he was born. Our little (and I use that word ironically) baby boy was 10 pounds and 3 ounces, had a head full of hair that was every color known for hair. It was blonde, brown, red and maybe even a little touch of black. The people that would come into my semi private room to visit the other mother, would come in saying, "Did you see that fat little baby in the nursery!" And she would point at me and say, "It's hers." And I would smile, proudly.
Yes, he was a little chunk and went straight into 3 month size clothes. None of that newborn stuff for him!
He was momma's boy from the beginning. He loved his mommy. He couldn't go to sleep without holding my hand...and this means in the car, also. Yep, many trips driving down the road with my arm twisted backwards so he could reach it in the backseat.
He had three binkies...one for his mouth and one for each hand. He loved his binkie just about as much as his mommy. We would listen to gospel music and he would pop the binkie out just in time to bellow out an offkey note at the very end of the song where they always hold out the tune, then pop it back it to continue on until the next last note. He was such a funny little person.
His best times was when he would find his favorite movie, get a blanket, and come to me and say,"Mommy, let's snuggle." We would watch his favorite movies over and over and over.
He was always affectionate. He always like to hug, to touch and to snuggle. He noticed the small things, like if I had a new pair of socks on or a different color eyeshadow, and he would always tell me how pretty they were.
When in elementary school, he would bring me home little plastic rings or bracelets that he would get out of the "treasure box" for being a good boy at school. And he didn't pick me flowers, he picked me rocks. I still have a small box of rocks that he thought were special enough for mommy.
I watched him grow and each phase of his life he was still the light hearted, funny, full of life boy. His laughter always was, and still is, contagious. It's a sound that makes my heart smile.
As he became a teenager, like his brothers, he was into sports. And during this time, his father was his coach in basketball and I was the scorekeeper, so we had many ball trips with a bus full of crazy, loud, stinky boys, and it was one of the funnest times of my life. If there was something going on, he was right in the middle of it, full of laughter. We had overnighters at my house with xbox tournaments, loud boys, mounds of food, and boys piled all over the house sleeping in whatever spot they could find, if they slept at all.
He was never embarrassed to come up and hug me in front of his peers. He liked hanging out with me and I loved every second we had together. On one occasion, at a ballgame, I was in the score box on the second floor looking down on the boys warming up before the game. It was noisy in the gym, and I saw him walk over under the scorebox and say something to me. I couldn't hear him, so after the game I asked what he was trying to say. It's a moment that will always be seared in my memory, because he told me that he came over just to say, "I love you."
Just like his brothers, too, we acknowledged that he was our gift from God, and promised to raise him to know that same God. He gave his heart to the Lord when he was thirteen. Now, our family circle will be unbroken throughout eternity.
He's a loyal person. If you are his friend, then you are his friend for life. He fell in love with a little girl when he was in elementary school, loved her all through high school and college, and now she is his wife. He never wavered in that committment to her. She is the love of his life, literally, and now she is a part of our lives. She is as quirky and silly as the rest of us, so she fits perfectly into our family. And together, they have given us the greatest gift we could have ever recieved....a grandchild.(more to follow on that at a later date!)He will always be my baby boy and he will always make me smile at that belly laugh of his. I still love it when he comes in, and in spite of all the seating in the living room, he'll come in and sit down beside mom on the loveseat and put his arm around me. That's my boy.
Psalms 127:3 Lo, children are an heritage of the Lord: and the fruit of the womb is His reward.
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