Eleven years ago today was the birth of my firstborn child. I had hoped and wished and prayed for several years for a baby. Words cannot express the joy I felt the first time I held him in my arms. That golden moment when I saw my little blond-haired blue-eyed angel (the only one of my children to inherit my blue eyes) for the first time.
But they insist on growing up, and all too fast.
The Professor loves learning, and finds unreasonable enjoyment in schoolwork (hence the nickname). And He also enjoys working on his church bus route. He told me the other day that there really needed to be a missionary to Cuba. Last I checked, that was really far away... guess we'll cross that bridge when (and if)we come to it.
He is also the most contented child his age I have ever met. It is such a challenge to get him presents for Birthdays and Christmas. Whenever I ask for atleast a short list, he pauses and says "You know, I really have everything I need." Even I admit that's a little strange for a kid;) I have been trying to get him to ask for a new bike for the last 3 years, but he always looks at me rather oddly and says "But I already have a bike." Which is true; he does have an old, beat-up one that his dad salvaged from who-knows-where (sometimes it's better not to ask).
Well, this year he's getting that new bike, like it or not. Okay, I admit I picked it up for $20. at the thrift store, but other than a little dust, it looks brand new. Besides, he's also inherited my thrifty tendencies, so he'll get a kick out of the fact I got it for a good price:)
So Happy 11th Birthday to my little guy who is all too quickly becoming a young man. You will always have a special place in this mother's heart. I love you.