Monday, October 21, 2013
You've got such flair, boy. From toddlerhood when you insisted on wearing a Batman cape and yellow rubber boots everywhere we went to today, sporting a ghillie suit, you express yourself through clothes and accessories ...
And in lots of other ways. You're a jokester, prankster, fun-loving kind of guy. We're rarely mad at you because you're always laughing and sweet. This works to your advantage.
A dude with a sweet tooth. The kid who hoards a box of Twinkies in his room and leaves the wrappers stuffed beneath his bed. The only member of Team Testosterone with a cavity. Every day you eat at least one Nutella sandwich and an apple.
You love everybody and everybody loves you right back. You root for teammates, cheer on buddies, include the odd man out, lavish affection on grandmothers and play with either or both brothers with astonishing equanimity.
A long, lean stringbean of a kid, you're well-suited for basketball and you possess the tenacity for football, the mental strength for baseball. Coaches like you for your hustle and effort. We always hear how hard-working you are.
You love to tinker and build. You're slowly loving to read, which makes me so happy. You're endlessly curious, asking questions, suggesting theories and ideas, imagining possibilities. Legos, Airsoft, anything zombie, hunting, camouflage, basketball and music. Interested kids are interesting kids. And, as most creative people tend to be, you are a slob--you room is a disaster, your stuff is scattered everywhere, you are always looking for misplaced items and you're the last one ready. Perfectionist and procrastinator.
And a ham, happy to be center stage. Girls adore you, little kids admire you, animals trust you, teachers depend on you.
We think you're tops. Both brothers lean on you to make things fun, to bring them together. You're the glue in the middle, we're stronger when you're around. You mediate the arguments, even out the teams, bring the best ideas to the table and bridge the gap between a nine-year-old and a fourteen-year-old.
Happy birthday, Mr. B. I love you and thank God every day for the special gift you are. Healthy, beautiful, funny, loving, smart and generous--God made you pretty fantastic.