Yesterday was my youngest's birthday. Now officially eight, Mr.Man (AKA Gollum) ended his day the way he ended his first day out in the real world- curled up on top of Mom, snoring.
Holding him last night, I realized just how lucky I am to have this kid. Although he can be bossy, manipulative, and has a mean streak that would make a rattlesnake hunt for cover, Mr.Man is in some ways the sweetest of my three boys. He is the cuddler, and has always been the first one to jump up and volunteer to help me with anything.
Happy Birthday, baby. I'm glad to have you. I love you. And I appreciate the cuddles.