On his pages he writes and draws his ideas, they are never ending. Deep thinking is his nature and the times he’s caught in his far off gaze, too many to count in a day. He’s proud of his finger calluses, a product of his dedication to his guitar lessons. He journals daily, oh to be reading those entries years from now!
Today he’s 11.
He gets everything dirty, daily, his feet are continually caked with mud. Yes, in the winter. He chooses clothes with holes over ones without. His laughter, it’s contagious, and his sense of humor, it’s from his dad. He loves with no restraint and enjoys every day.
We love you son, may you continue to be you. May the Lord guide you, and may you follow whatever He has for you. Happy Birthday!