In Which the Boy Turns 13....

The cherry pie has been baked.
The gift has been purchased.

When he wakes up he will be 13.

And I will wonder again,

"How did this happen?  How did this fat chubby adorable sweet baby become this young man in whom I am so proud?"  How did God know just what our family needed in Matthew?  How can one child be such a joy?"

Oh, he's not perfect.  He's stubborn and is definitely my most head-strong child. 

But he's also my most tender-hearted. 

And though he is not a huggy, touchie-feely person when I do get those hugs they mean something. 

And he's mine.  I tell my kids all the time that if I could line up all the children in the world and pick one I would have picked them.


Happy Birthday to my Matthew!