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Ode to my son..

Let me be honest.
After my daughter was born, I stated multiple times, that I would not have another child.  I wanted to have an only child.  One sweet little girl was all I needed.   She was and still is a great daughter and has a beauty to her that words can’t describe.  But this isn’t about her...

It was few months the year 2006 when I found out we were expecting another child.  I knew before I took the test, that I was with child.   Was it a mother’s intuition?
That summer was the most difficult summer of our lives with many trials and tribulations, but here we were with a four year old and another on the way. 

We found out in August that our baby was a boy (even though Alita really wanted a sister) but prior I knew that it was a boy.  Another mother’s intuition, perhaps?

So in August the boy became Gideon Lee ... he was due Nov 30 that year.  And just like his sister he decided to hang out an extra few days.  I remember going to the hospital and I remember the moments after his birth.  I may not remember all the in-betweens but I do remember the moment I thanked God ... for having me eat the words “only one child.” 

I was scared I wouldn’t love him as much as I did my daughter (and sometimes over compensate for him being the second.)  It’s amazing how much love you can have for both (all) your children.  It’s amazing to see how different and yet similar they both can be. 

Gideon is...
 


a great eater...


 an amazing  helper...

 
a clown...






as stubborn as his parents at times...
He loves his sister.  He looks up to his sister more than she will ever really know.  Even willing to dress up as Captain Huggie Face, while she pretends she's Word Girl.  


He has a charming smile and is full of life.
And today he is eight... and great! 


Happy Birthday my sweet Gideon Lee! 

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