The 28th was your 9th birthday. Nine years ago, you were placed in my arms after 13 hours of labor that I remember so well, it feels like you were just born. You were stubborn in your arrival, which reminds me of your attitude today. It took 2 1/2 hours of pushing and 2 vacuums (the first one broke you were so insistent on staying in) to get you here. And then, there you were. This wonderful little boy. The love I felt for you in that moment and now is..Well, can't be put into words.
In the past year, you've completed third grade, grown in leaps in bounds and have become such a compassionate and happy little boy. This is your last year as a single digit age. Next year, we move to double digits, and I'm not happy about it.
You've also become super handsome. Sometimes, you're attitude is not as handsome, but you correct yourself.
This year you got up early and opened presents.
Afterwards, I made you a breakfast of pancakes and bacon. You're brother and sister were very happy about this.
Then I made you're cake. You requested Darth Vader. Darth Vader turned into an alien, because apparently, I'm not very good at Darth Vader. I'll work on it though.
We sang happy birthday.
And you made a wish (or wishes) that I hope come true for you.
Welcome to year nine my handsome little man. I hope it brings everything you want.
Love,
Mom
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