Ten years ago, I couldn't wait to meet this guy.
(These pictures from Mother's Day will have to do since tonight I can't my find cord to load birthday pictures from my camera …. surprise, surprise that my stuff would be missing ;)
Christian wished so often for a brother.
Man alive, did I want him to have one. It just made my heart hurt.
I burst into tears when that ultrasound announced our second boy.
This summer, all covered in band aids from one of Christian's bright plans … someone asked me what in the world had happened to Grant.
"What happened to Grant?" I asked, "Why, he was born to be Christian's brother!"
And he has the scars to prove it ;)
Last night, we gathered for father's blessings and Newel was asking each child in turn what they felt they needed for the coming school year.
"Just a lot of happiness." was Grant's reply.
He is full of so much happiness.
Grant, I love that you know, quiet simply, what makes you happy … like tonight's only wish for spaghetti and meatballs. We offered to take you anywhere, but the pure pleasure of being home with your favorite dinner and people, was all that you needed to celebrate your day.
I love how when you ride with me in the car, you'll ask me to pull over and take in the most beautiful of sunsets.
I love that you get along with anybody and everybody.
I love how you just wait for the minute that Christian walks through the door. How you long for minutes of his time and how he does the same with you.
My heart skips a beat when I hear Christian say, "Come on Grant!" and I hear the door slam and the two of you are off.
I love to hear the murmuring of both of your voices talking in the room above as the lights are out awaiting sleep.
I love how great you are with little sisters. How you tie shoes, or get snacks, or hold hands.
I love your simple answers to things and your unquestioning spirit.
And I love that you came here to be ours.
Happy birthday, Grant! Our world would be incomplete without you in it.
All my love,