At 8:54 am Texas time, our "little boy" turned 9! Happy Birthday, Caleb!
Your eighth year has held a big move, your first stitches, lots of laughter, and plenty of sibling rivalry. You love reading (sometimes even to a fault!) Calvin and Hobbes, Star Wars, and anything about World War II. You continue to enjoy legos, and now build intricate airplane models, too. You love pizza, tacos, sherbet, smoothies, and -- to my dismay -- Taco Bell. You dream of the day you and your dad will own dirt bikes, but for now the town BMX bike park will do (thank God). You are still 100% otter, longing for life to be all fun, all of the time: surprise snowball attacks, nerf gun ambushes, paper airplanes whizzing through the kitchen, and that deep, hilarious laugh. Sometimes you provide the exact comic relief that God knows your overly-serious mom needs. And sometimes -- even now that you're up to my chin -- you deliver the hugs He knows I need as well. I love you, Caleb.
Clowning
New Bike!
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