I can't believe it, but my baby is now 9 years old! He would protest vigorously about being called the "baby" (it just means you're the youngest, sweet boy), but when the last of my troop is in his final single digit, it's bittersweet.
This is the boy who wanted to enter the world so quickly that the doctor barely made it to the hospital in time to delivery him. He hasn't slowed down since. Daniel talks fast, walks fast and works fast. Some days he wakes up early, cooks breakfast (usually scrambled eggs), and begins his math lesson, all before the rest of the family gets up.
The future is always on Daniel's mind. Every day he prays, "Lord, please show me which job I want to do." So far, he's toyed with the idea of becoming a chef, a missionary, and a brick layer, but he's not sure yet. I keep telling him to pray and wait on God.
Daniel, we are so proud of you. You are a gift from God, and there are not enough words in the universe to describe how much we love you. Happy Birthday!
"He who gathers in summer is a prudent son." Proverbs 10:5
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