Today was Joshua's 8th birthday.
I cannot believe my first baby, the one who made made me a mom, the one who slept wrapped in a glow-blanket for jaundice, who refused to sleep unless I was holding him, who learned right along with me all about swaddling and breastfeeding and diaper rash and bouncy seats, has been on this earth for eight years.
Tomorrow I will post pictures of his Super Mario birthday party and his favorite birthday present ever, his ipod.
Tonight, though, I wanted to share with you what Lauren "wrote" for Joshua this morning.
She was distraught when she realized it was his birthday and she did not have a card for him, so I suggested she make him one.
Lauren: Mommy, how do you spell "Dear Josh?"
I told her.
Lauren: Mommy, how do you spell, "I love you?"
I told her.
Lauren: How do you spell "Happy Birthday?"
I told her.
Lauren: How do you spell, "It's your day to let people love you?"
I sat in stunned silence. And then I wrote it for her and told her it was the best birthday wish I'd ever heard. (Especially from a four year-old!)
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I stumbled across your blog as I was looking for a lesson plan and then stopped what I was doing to enjoy reading about you and your family. I have one as well and wish that I had taken the time when they were little to write about all the things they do that once they are grown float away until they are vague memories that sometimes come into focus for awhile. You sound like a good mom.:)
She is such a sweetie pie, and that is a precious story :)
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