Happy 7th Birthday, Little Roo. Oh my, how I love you so.
I love your giggle.
I love your freckles.
I love that space between your teeth.
I love that your hair is punked up every morning.
I love how tiny and frail you look, but how ferocious you really are.
I love how you filled with pride last week at your first hit at coach pitch. I love how you didn't give up, and now you "love baseball."
I love how much you love your sister, even when you make her scream for the 1,000,000th time in a day.
I love how much you love to paint and sew and I will try to do it with you more often.
I love your long eyelashes.
I love that you are stubborn and scrappy.
I love that you came second. God chose you for a very special role: the middle. You are both a big brother AND a little brother.
I love your grubby fingers and toes.
I love how you have to sleep with Pengui, Po, Wuzzy Bear, George 1, George 2, Sleeping George, and 12 other friends.
I love that Jesus healed you.
I love that you are mine.
This post was supposed to publish yesterday, but due to the fact that I was dealing with my truck's engine malfunction (FUN), I was preoccupied and forgot to hit "publish."