I had a little girl, and then, 9 years ago, I had a little boy.
Right from minute one, he has been a serious, serious guy.
But a bigger lovey has never been born.
He is a complex guy, my Monkey in the Middle.
He’s a worrier, a stresser, a snuggler, a thinker, a sporter, a laugher, a goofball, and a sweetheart.
Sometimes being all of those things is too much for him to handle, and so we just love him through the tough times and celebrate with him in the happy times.
He’s got the golden touch, and he excels at everything he tries.
I’ve come to believe that there really is nothing that he can’t do.
I can’t wait to find out what he decides to do in his life.
He has a smile that goes from ear to ear and a double dimple that will break girls hearts.
I love this boy.
I love this boy so much, it makes my heart ache.
So, I wish the Happiest of Birthdays to my Monkey in the Middle.
9 is going to be a great year!