Kyle turned 11 last month and as I sit here and berate myself for taking so long to write this post, I tear up at the reality of writing this post. My little (he once was- for real) Ky Ky is 11. He hasn't been little for some time now and each year on his birthday post I probably write the exact same thing but that is kind of how Ky is. Unchanging (not physically!!!), reliable, the same cool cat he has always been. I am grateful on a daily basis for this kid. He is becoming a young man faster than I would like and with 6th grade on the horizon, I'm in tears all over again. . He doesn't like the hugs and kisses anymore from the mama or papa, but tolerates a squeeze of the shoulder every once in awhile. As I try not to take this too personal, it reminds me again just how big he is and how much he is becoming his own person. As my schedule continues to fill up, I find less and less time to journal and scrap book. This blog has filled that gap a little, so I wanted to write down a few things to let him know just how awesome I think he is. Kyle, I am so grateful for your calming personality in our family. You are patient and kind more often than not. You are crazy smart and I love your infatuation with animals and nature. I love your innocence of the world and the belief of good in all people. I have many hopes and dreams for you but mostly hope that you know how much your dad and I truly love you. You make me proud everyday and feel so blessed to be your mom. I would take back those days when you and I would play for hours in a heart beat, I am grateful to be right here, right now with my big ol' 11 year old.
