As you grew, my joy grew with you. You could make me laugh with your sweet baby giggle and make me melt when you would snuggle your downy head under my chin. You were such a stubborn toddler. So ready to take on the world and everyone in it.
From early on I knew you would always stand up where others gave in. You have a sense of self I so often see lacking in adults. You know your strengths and weaknesses and strive so hard to succeed and make me proud.
There are mornings where the joy has already been leached from my day by stress and worries, days where taking one step forward seems an insurmountable task. You are my breath of fresh air. The strength I need to keep moving. You are my class clown and strident defender.
You have overcome so much in your short eleven years. You have withstood tragedy and loss that would have made an adult stagger and fold. You make me so proud of you, each and every day. We argue and and we fight, we disagree and get angry, but you always are my little man and surround me with such hope for the future. You amaze me with your capacity for love.
You are my hero, my reason for waking up each morning, and I treasure every second God has given us together.
Happy birthday boobear.
What a beautiful post! :)
kara -- what a gift this is to kendell, and what a gift he obviously is to you.
i have welled up reading the love that flows from your words.
That was so lovely. Happy Birthday, Kendell!
Gosh girl, you trying to make me cry? That was really lovely.
Happy Birthday Kendall!
I'm a recovering single mother trying desperately to see humor in my day to day toil while simultaneously avoiding reality as much as humanly possible.