My little peanut turned 10 on Sunday. It seems like just yesterday we brought him home. He was so tiny. Barely 6 pounds. He looked like a little peanut when my 6′ 1″ step step-dad held him, so the name stuck.
Everyone told me baby #2 wouldn’t be as easy. William was so perfect and easy going, it was nature’s way of tricking you into having more babies.
Lucas came along and he was even more perfect and easy going. He hasn’t changed much. Yet. We see little bits of grumpiness and attitude coming to the surface and he gets really sad when we tell him we don’t like it.
He will forever be my sensitive, people pleaser.
I sometimes think we overcompensate for him being the middle child, so he never experiences “middle child syndrome” but that’s okay with me.
He had so much fun swimming with his friends on Saturday and said his special double-digits steak dinner was the best ever.
I’m so sad how quickly the last 10 years have flown by like they were just days.
I know the next 10 years will fly by even faster and I am so excited (and sad) to see what they hold for my sweet young man.
I wish my mom and step-dad were still here to see my boys growing into men.
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