Thirteen years ago I delivered my biggest baby at 11 lbs. I had just taken a shower and was putting on make up when the doctor came in. He said, “Do you know you just had a baby two hours ago?” I said, “An eleven pound baby…do you know how much better I feel? I can turn around in the shower and not hit my belly on the wall!”
I am so grateful for Peter. He is my fourth and last baby. He was also the biggest at birth followed closely by Aaron at 10.5 and William at 9.14. I have big boys evidently. Now that they are all teenagers that has taken on a whole new meaning. Peter has probably grown 2 inches since the summer. He is like a weed on miracle grow! He is my sportsman and loves all things to do with sports. He has a tender side as well that occasionally peeks out. He cried when we told him I had cancer. He curled up with me when I was sick. He struggled with fear after his room caught fire. He smiled when he got cool new furniture. He is funny which is typical of a last born, so he loves jokes and comedians. Science is easy for him and math is hard. He loves traditions and eating breakfast out. He is growing into a young man now and that saddens me. However, it is time and I wouldn’t go back to toddler-hood for anything in the world. I now have four teenagers…wow, I can almost feel my hair turning gray. I do love every minute, okay maybe not EVERY minute, but I am trying to hold on and enjoy them while I can because they will be gone soon. So happy birthday Peter…you are a blessing to me and I love you a ton!