This little angel turns 13 today!
Where did the time go? It really seems like he was just born.
He’s a good big brother.
When he was 3 he asked me to marry him with a plastic hang tag. I wore that tag every day until it broke.
He love leaves (and auctions)
He does goofy things to make us laugh.. all the time
We love you #4! Happy 13th birthday!
This is #4.
On June 6th 2008 #4 gave me a ring.
To some it may look like the plastic doo-hickey that holds the tag on your clothes… but to me it's my engagement ring that #4 so lovingly gave me 3 years ago.
It looks pretty good don't you think?
(my cuticles could use some attention too)
Want to know more about my ring? Check it out Here?
Today is a special anniversary for #4 and I. You see two years ago to day he gave me this:
He’s pretty romantic for a 7 year old don’t you think?
If you just started reading my blog (WELCOME!).. or if you are one of my 5 readers.. you’d know this is the ring #4 pledged his love to me with. (he really asked me to marry him 🙂 You can check out my original blog about it HERE.
I never take it off, except to show people… I love the strange looks I get when people notice it, but are too scared to ask me what it is. Sometimes #4 just comes over and grabs my hand to see if I still have it on.
No one thought it would last.. the ring that is. The Man
predicted it would outlast the sun. Today is #4 and I’s
anniversary.. I asked him if he still wanted to marry me;
He said; “Sure if Dad let’s me!”
Good Gravy! I love that kid!
Seven years ago today I had this..
Funny picture.. but here’s a better one..
He’s pretty cute huh?
It’s never been easy for me to give birth to a child. I know.. I know.. most women feel that way… but my births always have 30+ hours of labor.
Look at that sweet baby face and big eyes. Makes me want to squeeze him!
With this kid it was no different. My doctor gave me some kind of pain killers that made me sleep. I still felt the pain.. but I was knocked out…. Or maybe delusional was more like it. On the same day #4 was born, (February 1, 2003) the Space Shuttle Columbia disintegrated over Texas. During my drug induced stupor The Man was watching TV and chatting with the nurses or doctors that came in to check on me.
Look at those guns!
They were talking and I was dreaming… vivid dreams in Technicolor. I kept hearing about the Space Shuttle, but in my dream, I knew the last time the Space Shuttle had issues was 1986! I thought, “HOLY SMOKES, I am 17 years old and knocked up! My mom is going to KILL me!” When I finally woke up… I had tears coming down my cheeks. I really believed I was 17 and pregnant. I was NEVER so glad to see The Man.. oh and this kid…
Here’s #4 modeling a vintage coat and hat for me to sell on eBay. He’s that
kind of kid. He’s always there to help someone out even at 2yrs old.
I guess he has a thing for hats!
Happy Birthday #4… our family would not be complete without
you and your sweet smile. Oh… nice ‘stache