To Timothy, on your 9th Birthday!
Abi Ann, Love, Mom Timothy, Buddy. You are 9 years old. I know it makes me old to be shocked by that, but I can still remember the night you were born. Goodness. You are turning into such a sweet kid in the best of ways. You are tough and capable, but you also see the people around you and try to bless them. You know I am allergic to lots of things and always ask if I can eat treats you have and offer to share them with me. It means more to me than you will probably ever know. I also see you slowing down to help your little sisters. I think maybe since you are the youngest boy, you know what it feels like to be on the edge of being included and you want to bring them along. You are also more than capable of standing up for yourself, being loud and vocal if there is something you want, and expressing your frustration sometimes. I do see you gaining self control and not giving full vent to your ange...