One of my very first blog posts was about my oldest son, Adam:
There are two grown men that live in my house. One is my husband. The other is the 40-year-old man that is trapped inside the body of my 8-year-old son. This is the boy who stays abreast of speed limits in our city and alerts me when I’m exceeding them. He’s the boy who can use words like “vortex” and “nocturnal” with the same ease that other little boys say “boogers”. He’s the boy that will cut short a dessert because he says he’s “had too much sugar”. And when he expressed some anxiety over a bad dream the other night, he gladly noted how safe our home is since we’re “secured by ADT.”
Oh, I love that boy.
Yes, my boy--that funny, eager, thoughtful, clever, creative boy who turned me into a mother nine years ago this week. And I'm proud to announce that tomorrow you get a chance to hear how great he is. For a birthday treat, he wants to write a post here on my blog. He's been working on post ideas for weeks! Tomorrow is the big day--can I count on you to come back tomorrow, read, and flood him with wonderful comments?
Happy birthday, sweet boy.
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On a different note, I somehow got on the catalog mailing list for Tender Heart Treasures, and I'm so glad I did. It's full of vintage-style merchandise that really is heartwarming. You can order your own free catalog here. (And no, this isn't a paid advertisement--I just think you'd enjoy it!)
