Well, my boy, you are now 9.
You are happy, kind, sweet, and confident. You love and adore the parentals in this house and look forward to time spent together as a family. You obey the rules religiously, and bring logical well-planned arguments for our consideration when you think rules should be altered. Quite honestly, we usually agree with your logic, and make changes accordingly.
Though we don't tell you often enough, we are proud as punch for the maturity you show in times like these. You make it nearly impossible to tell you no, kid.
And you leave me wondering what I ever did to deserve you.
Right now, you are obsessed with all things basketball. Almost every item on your birthday wish list was basketball related. What brings a smile to my face is that most days when I and see you with your sisters, teammates, or friends, offering pointers, and cheering them on, rather than shooing them away to focus on yourself. It's not the game that matters. It's the people who play alongside you that count. A lesson, sweet boy, that we are all learning from you.
Nate, your heart is pure gold.
As you grow into a man, which I know is bound to happen whether I like it or not, I hope you will take this knowledge and lock it deep inside your heart: There is not a day goes by that I don't thank god for sending me you. You are truly a noble soul. Your sweetness of spirit is infectious and brings joy to all those around you. You are quick to laugh, especially at yourself, and so easy to love.
You make me smile each and every day.
Thank you for showing me just how fantastically wonderful boys can be.
I love you, Nate. And I always will.
Love, Mama
