My Silas is 6...and tall...and sweet...and wonderful.
One day, about 6 1/2 years ago, I sat depressed in my living room with 5-month-old Brandon, exhausted and overwhelmed with my responsibilities as a new mommy. I called my only-child sister-in-law to ask her her thoughts about being an only child. Just when I decided that Brandon would be an only child, the next day I found out I was pregnant. Silas arrived months later.
How glad I am that God doesn't do what I think is best or what I think I can handle.
Si is drastically different than Brandon. While Brandon is quiet and can sit and play alone for hours, Silas is a Tasmanian Devil of sorts who can't stand being alone. Loud, hilarious, and energetic beyond belief.
I know the curse of many grandparents is that their own child will have a child like themselves. How glad I am! (Sorry, to have this plan backfire on you, Mom!)
Silas has trouble with self-control. So do I. When Si has trouble being a good boy, he has a mommy who can totally relate to the challenge of saying and doing the wrong thing, of being overly passionate and energetic, speaking before thinking, etc. Silas wants to go a million miles a minute. So do I. Silas is my precious companion. My bike riding/ walking/ hiking/ adventuring buddy.
I'm so blessed with my Si. He is a loving, tender, thoughtful, sometimes bull-in-a-China-shop type of boy...and I love him dearly for everything he is.
Happy Birthday, sweet Si. YOU ROCK!