It’s been touch and go. There were times I didn’t think we would survive. But, we made it.
You are sweet, adorable and loveable. And, that’s why we made it.
You have tested me at every turn. You have argued, fought and stood toe to toe with me. But, we made it.
You are my soul, my love and my everything. And, that’s why we made it.
You have worn me out. You have needed me, wanted me and had to have me all the time. But, we made it.
You light up a room with your smile and your eyelashes and your stunning eyes. And, that’s why we made it.
You are demanding, irreverent, questioning, belligerent and obstinate. But, we made it.
You have an amazing sense of humor, your athletic ability astounds me and your easygoing nature thrills me. And, that’s why we made it.
You have quirks, weird eating habits, a poor memory for important things, a lack of respect for authority and your hygiene is questionable. But, we made it.
You love to sing in the shower, dance in the street and break dance around the house. And, that’s why we made it.
You complain that life isn’t fair, that you get the short end of the stick and that you deserve more than you get. But, we made it.
Your hugs and kisses melt me, your ‘I love you’s’ are plentiful and heartfelt and your apologies are meant. And, that’s why we made it.
You are ADHD, ADD, OCD and can be a pain in my ass. But, we made it.
You are brave, strong, smart as a whip and affectionate. And, that’s why we made it.
You are melodramatic, overly dramatic and can make anything into a drama. But, we made it.
You are not afraid to hold my hand in public, you smile when you see me and still tell me your deepest darkest fears. And, that’s why we made it.
You rest your head on my shoulder, you smell like my little boy, you still have chubby fingers and while you sleep I still listen for your breathing and run my fingers through your soft hair.
It has been touch and go. But, we made it.
Happy 9th Birthday.
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