Today is my sweet O's birthday. I am so happy that he is in my life. My mom likes to say that he goes to the beat of a different drummer-I say he is the drummer.
His latest thing is to tell people that when he was a baby he looked just like George Washington. You know, because he and GW had curls on the back of their head.
He is 7 now, so that means that we are a long way from baby hood. This past weekend I brutally cleaned out a closet that had a lot of baby things in it. It's all in piles waiting for me to find it new homes-via freecycle, craigs list, friends, or goodwill.
We have a few things left-just the things that I'll give to the boys when they start a family-and their hospital shirts/hats that I will probably never give up.
Mostly, I am in awe over just how fast time goes by when you are watching children grow. And I really enjoy my children most of the time. They do have their own flaws, but I recognize them and love them warts and all. I feel like they are one of the things that I was put on this earth to do. They are one of the purposes of my life. With out me, my 3 children would not be here discovering the world.
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