How do you go from this…
I don’t know, but it happened! The Cowboy turned 7 years old today. Sometimes in the middle of life you don’t feel like anything has changed…anything is changing. Then you look back and realize that you don’t know where the time went!
Our Cowboy is strong-willed.
He is passionate when he’s right.
And when he thinks he’s right.
And when he’s wrong.
He is a justice-seeker.
He is a lover and a fighter.
He is a Believer, and a believer…in God, and cowboys, and boots, and tree forts, and soldiers, and tractors, and places where real Buffalo live, and being your own person.
He’s an encourager.
When we make hamburgers for dinner he tells me “You ROCK, Momma! You ROCK! You’re the best cook-er ever!”
He’s a bit dramatic.
When I hurt his feelings he tells me “You’ve just killed me. You’ve broken my heart into a million pieces. It is shattered. I don’t have a heart anymore, I’m just going to die.”
He is never easy.
When he misses dinner for a temper-tantrum he tells me “You don’t love me anymore, you’re just an Ethiopian dictator starving your subjects!” (Apply Nat Geo Wild to intelligent children with caution!)
He is competent in things most 7 year olds never try.
He is unafraid of life, or death, or the dirt the comes in between.
He is the second child and the oldest son. The younger brother and the older brother.
He is some of the good in us, and some of the bad.
He is himself and he is his own.
And he is ours.
Happy Birthday Cowboy! We are thankful that God gave us YOU!
I love you like a momma cheetah who would take on a pride of lions without a care to herself…beyond words, deep in the marrow of my bones, in the places where I am only dust from the Garden…forever unchanging like the stars above your head…