I really don’t like birthday season.
We are halfway through at this point.
Son4, turns 19 today.
That is one year away from not being a teen.
I’m so not ready for that.
Son4 has always been an easy child. He was my easiest birth, practically was born before the Dr even knew it. He was the easiest tempered baby, moving on to the easiest tempered child, to teen, and now as an adult he’s still just this laid back man that pretty much lets everything slide off.
But, when you do see him upset, you better believe he is at his limit.
I remember, when he was younger and I first started blogging, over on my old blog, I wrote about him reminding me of the pillsbury dough boy. He would coo when you pushed his belly. He still does.
He is still the smiley, happy boy he has always been, only now that smiley, happy face is on a 5’10”, 245 lb body. He works hard, loves his family, and loves his sports.
I think when Son4 was born, God knew I needed an easy one. He had some health issues, manageable ones thankfully, but always took the poking and prodding with a smile. He wasn’t one to cry a lot. Just an easy going kid.
When he see’s me getting stressed or letting life overwhelm me, he will come up with some silly face, and belly bump me until I break out a grin. A gentleman, if he notices someone in need, he is the first one to step up and help.
Unafraid to look goofy, he does what it takes to make you laugh and add just a little bit of happiness to your day.
Little does he know, just having him as my son brings me that happiness.
Happy Birthday Son!