It seems like yesterday you were an infant in my arms. You weren't really tiny, just 1 ounce shy of 10 pounds at birth. You were a happy baby, you hummed while you nursed. I called you "the little Heffalump" because you were such a chunk; we were thrilled that you were a chunk.
As a toddler, your were creative in finding things you shouldn't do. You used my good scissors on the cord to a lamp; it scared you and melted holes in the blade but you weren't hurt. You ate the pecans off of a sticky trap at the library, which scared the librarians. You dropped staples in the floor plug at the library, causing sparks and again scaring the librarians.
You have always been curious why things work the way they do and how they work. As a toddler on the merry-go-round, you watched the gear movement up above your horse.
This past year it has been such a joy to watch you grow and mature. You have such a loving spirit and kind nature. I am blessed when I see your tender heart in action.
This past you you decided to ask Jesus into your heart. We were amazed because it wasn't something we had talked about, we didn't know that you were ready for those talks.
Even with your tender heart, you are all boy. You are doing great with Tae Kwon Do. You are fascinated with Star Wars, Legos, Batman, Transformers and other boy stuff.
You are my favorite little boy in the whole world.
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