Grant is seven

Hard to top this post, buddy. I was feeling it that day, back when I had creativity and a desire to write.

The events surrounding your birthday last year are beyond heart-breaking. The last day you saw your Daddy alive was March 14, 2009, the day you turned 6. I had to make the pain-staking decision of sending you to St. Louis to be surrounded by loving family to help distract and spoil you by helping you celebrate your birthday or let you stay here not knowing what was happening with Brian. In my heart, I knew Brian’s time was limited, but I didn’t know how much. I didn’t know he would die while you were away. How could I? I pray that the events of those few days March 14-March17th do not overshadow your birthday every year. I pray this day can be a celebration of your birth instead of a memory of Daddy’s death.

Today, Buddy, it’s all about you! I celebrate YOU!

My SEVEN YEAR OLD!

You.

Grant.

My baby.

My contradiction.

Complicated yet so simple.

Challenging yet rewarding.



Strong-willed yet soft-hearted.

Grumpy yet giggly.

Tough yet tender.



Show-off yet insecure.



Innocent yet forced into maturity.



Serious yet silly.

Little boy yet so grown up.

Grant-Pants! My always-climbing, never-stays-on-his-feet-rolling-around-and-sliding-across-the-floor, thumb-sucking, Spongebob-loving, infatuated-with-all-things-firearms, best-giggler-in-the-world, protects-his-mommy, talks-of-someday-being-a-big-brother, chased-by-girls-daily, challenging, delightful SON!

I love you, my little man. SO VERY MUCH. But, Jesus loves you even more!

KEEP BELIEVING