Oh, this boy.
He had such an unusually spherical (and huge) head when he was born that my sisters called him potato. Not that potatoes are known to be perfect orbs, but there was something about the roundness of his head that somehow required that particular moniker and secured their affection.
For me, however, it was the sweet look in his eyes when he smiled that forever gained his entry into my heart.
And he still has it.
Ashton has many attributes that warm my heart.
He is loyal, smart, thoughtful, inquisitive, handsome, brave, and forgiving.
(A suit coat for church was about the only thing he asked for. And cereal.)
And perhaps my favorite thing about him is that inside that ultra thin, hyper-metabolic, afraid-he-might-fly-away-in-a-windstorm body…
(Trying out his new receiving gloves. I’m sure that’s not their official name.)
…is a giant sized, squooshy heart.
(This year’s request was a strawberries and cream cake. It tasted much better than it looked! I don’t think I’ll be trying a duct tape bunting again. Eeek! The goal was to try and make the cake look at least a little more birthday-ish…and boy-ish. Oops.)
This was a big birthday for Ashton. He officially left behind single digits and entered the double digit club, which of course is major material in the minds of little boys. This is when they become an “older” kid, and begin to demand a little more respect from other children while hoping for a little bit more from Mom and Dad as well.
For our boys, it is also when they become a Webelo.
(The answer is no, I am not pregnant again. It just takes me a little while to not
look it after delivery!)
And participate in their last Pinewood Derby.
We are so pleased with the way Ashton is growing up. Over the course of his ten years on earth, he has had a few obstacles placed in his path, roadblocks that sometimes seem unfair. But he is learning to face and overcome them with faith and fortitude and is becoming stronger and happier in the process. It is in the refining that true value is exposed. As Ashton’s mother, I feel honored to witness his priceless potential beginning to emerge.
Oh, this boy. How I love him. <3
I’ll never forget how he came into the world- 4 weeks early and still a good size. Haha! I remember the hospital having to follow procedure for a “premie”, something with the car seat, that was so ridiculous because he was obviously fine. Haha! Can’t believe he’s so old!
I forgot that detail about the car seat…ha ha! Thanks for reminding me:). I do remember you being as helpful as a friend could possibly be. Thank goodness for sweet Cara!