Here's to Luke

Today is Luke’s birthday.  He’s my youngest.  How could he possibly be turning 11?

Luke is a great kid.

He’s the kid who used to eat dirt.
He’s the kid who didn’t talk until he was almost three.  (We think he knew how, he just didn’t have anything he wanted to say.)
He’s the kid who watched Toy Story 2 almost every day for a year.
He’s the kid who was doing two-digit math problems in his head before he started kindergarten.
He’s the kid who constantly crashed the scooter, but was too tough to get hurt.
He’s the kid who walked around Chicago with his dad so they wouldn’t have to eat lunch at American Girl Place.
He’s the kid who has a brillo pad for hair.
He’s the kid who sings in the shower because he doesn’t think anyone is listening.
He’s the kid who is first down the trail or first up the dune.
He’s the kid who will always play a game with you.
He’s the kid who suffered through 4 losing basketball seasons with his dad as the coach – before finally enjoying a winning season (guess who wasn’t the coach?).
He’s the kid who cleans up after the dog without complaining.
He’s the kid who can ride a Ripstick – and who doesn’t laugh when his dad tries.
He’s the kid who would rather have brownies than a birthday cake.
He’s the kid who is gentle and easy going.
He’s the kid who still doesn’t have much to say – but who sometimes says a lot with what he does say.
He’s the kid who I have big dreams for.
He’s the kid who God has big plans for.

Happy birthday, Luke.  I love you.  Me and you, man.  Me and you.

About these ads