Saturday, August 2, 2008
My Middling Child
12 years ago today a little baby (well not so little he was almost 9 lbs) was born. He was born exactly 1 week after my grandpa died and was named accordingly. He is my Middling Child. He can't be 12 already, but he really is. My baby isn't a baby anymore...he growing up, into a man. What a priveledge it is watch him grow, to guide him, to watch him make mistakes, to watch him do the right thing. I am honored that he is my middling, my baby. (He'll always be my baby)
He blew the candles out just like a 12 year old would. That isn't really a 7...it is really 1...the 7 is a figment of your imagination...I really was prepared for the candle lighting and blowing...really I was.
That is really birthday wrap...it isn't Christmas wrap (not that there is anything wrong with Christmas wrap)...it is really birthday wrap because I really was ready to wrap the presents for my middling child...really I was.That isn't a graham cracker box...I don't conseal presents in graham cracker boxes...exspecially graham cracker boxes that still have graham crackers in them...really I don't.And that isn't really a bag full of things I picked up free from the county fair...it isn't a free backpack, or a free piggy bank, or a free water bottle, or a free frisbee...and that definately isn't a free advertisement for real estate loans...because first of all I am not that bohemie and 2nd of all I definately would have taken that out of the bag before giving it to my middling son...really I would have.This isn't my middling son pointing his new Nerf at me...really it isn't...he has too much respect for me, the one who gave birth to him 12 years ago...he wouldn't empty the entire clip in my direction...really he wouldn't.And this isn't my dear husband trying to sneak up on me, trying to empty a clip of Nerf darts at me...really it isn't.
Happy Birthday Bud...We Love You...Really We Do!
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