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A few of my Favorite Things...In 19 years


That is how old my middle son turned this morning.  When did this happen?  Just a few of my favorite things in these 19 years?  After a deep breath...moments and memories began replaying through  my brain.

He is the only one of my boys that I heard cry and got to have on my chest.  I'll never forget how he felt when they placed him on my chest and I looked into those gray blue eyes.  Or when they told me how much he weighed.  He is how big??  10 pounds 6 ounces and 23 inches long?  

Watching his daddy rock with him in the hospital room bonding before my eyes.

Remembering the first time that his big brother met him and pulled off his socks to peek at his toes.  Pulled off his hat and then lifted his shirt to see his belly button.  

Sneaking his two little Aunts in to see him and how huge he looked next to them!

Bringing him home with his "I'm the baby brother" shirt on and spending those first few days and weeks falling in love.


Sweet and cuddly.  Quiet.  He loved to be held and rocked.  Loved his blanket.  Adored his brother and dad.  



I'll never forget the 8 month old baby standing up in the middle of the floor and taking his first steps.  Determined and persistent. 


Nor setting by his hospital bed when he had croup and respiratory distress or coating his chest with vicks to help him get a little sleep.  He was so brave.  In and out of hospitals and emergencies rooms.  Years later he was prayed for and completely healed from the asthma that threatened his every move.  National Jewish couldn't get him to have an asthma attack.

Remembering what it was like going to the grocery store in SD with him wearing his boots complete with duct tape and spurs, chaps, hat, velcro horse and blanket in hand.

Or outside-in undies and a hat but still with the horse!


Playing bucking horse EVERY night.  We had to call it just right, "Out of shoot number 9 is.....Cowboy...."

How worried and proud he was when his little brother was born or how mad he was when his big brother left him for school.


His horse...the little paint that Grandma prayed for (and just happened to bring in a paint stud to the place) because he wanted a paint horse.
 



All of the time spent up at the horse for the past 13 years.  Training, working and playing.  Riding his horse to the fairgrounds and 4H adventures.  

The boys' adventures of manure fights, building forts, zip lines and "red neck" sledding in the water tank.






School Days!




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