My boy, Sam, is nine today!!
He continues to amaze me, and confuse me, and frustrate me, and humor me, and...
Yes, Sam is a complexity.
One minute, he is Mr. Independent-I-Can-Do-It.
The next, it is if his hands have fallen off and he has forgotten how to dress himself.
Of course, he hasn't... but he put on a good show.
This year, he has survived a spleen injury, actually had a teacher that Colby hadn't had, and fully grasped the game of basketball.
He can be sweeter than sweet (as he pulls his fingers through my hair) and a little devil (if I let him ;)
But he is mine and I love him.
Happy birthday Sam!!
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