Happy Birthday Bryson!

Buddy-Boo... how are old are you? 5? Can't be. I remember the night before you turned 2, 3, 4. And now 5. Every year on the night before your birthday, I hold you and hug you as I'm tucking you in bed, and ask you to "just skip your birthday this year... stay this age forever"! This year you just laughed at me and said "I can't, Mommy! I've been drinking milk!"

You are the most amazing kid. Too cute, with those huge blue eyes and little splash of freckles across your face. Your raspy voice, and big-kid expressions make me laugh. You are the sweetest thing ever, brilliant, unselfish, active, competitive, driven. You always put others before yourself, and I love it that you're always looking out for your sisters. You're just a really cool kid. You have a pretty big temper for a little guy (which we go 'round and 'round about), but you know when you have done wrong, so we'll keep workin' on it. You already have a little ego going on, and lately I've started talking to you about the word "humble." But in your defense, you do hear people bragging about you wherever you go. You won't let me kiss you unless you are absolutely sure I don't have lipstick on ~ lucky for me, most of the time I'm not wearing any. Oh, and you won't take naps anymore (sigh) :) All in all, you're everything I could ask for in a son. And more. I love you more than a million-billion-invinity-plus-one, and I'm so glad God gave you to us.