Our dear first-born child, Joe, will have his 9th birthday on the 29th of this month. Gosh, I can't believe it. Nine years of those pretty (excuse me, HANDSOME) blue eyes and that endearing smile. He's gone from 9 pounds to 125, and from 20-1/4 inches to 4 feet 9-1/2 inches tall. He's always been my big boy.
At Ray's current age, 2-years-old, Joe was wearing a big old 4T in his clothing. I don't remember his shoe size, just that they were BIG! Shoot, the day he was born his footprints extended outside the box on the little cards they gave us. Must be something in the water, eh?
What can I say about Joe? He's sweet, smart (BRILLIANT in fact), funny, compassionate, loving and knows far more about the way the world works than I ever though a child his age would. He just has this old wisdom about him, like he's been through it all before. On the other hand he can drive me (and his father) half crazy at times with all the questions and incessant talking. Its ok though, I wouldn't trade him for the world ... especially when he looks in my eyes, with great seriousness, and says, "I love you, mamma. You're the best! Well, no, God and Jesus are the best, but you're second." Hey, I'll take a back seat to God and Jesus any day of the week! Man, I LOVE that kid.
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