Double Really

Today is a big day for the little guy. He turns five and starts pre-K half days, at his new school. He's coming into his own boyishness. No longer satisfied to play with Riley's girl things, (yes he's ridden the Barbie scooter forever) he wants Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles and Power Rangers this year. We asked him what he wanted to do, and that's how we found ourselves riding the commuter train that runs through Cleveland. He whooped and beamed as we whizzed by.

Hey fellow travelers in your shirts and ties, don't you get how fun this is?

This little boy, is shy and sweet. He'll also take out his peers in gymnastics verbally if they dare scream too loud around his sister.

"MY SISTER HAS SENSITIVE EARS!" He'll say, all up in their faces.

We've long done "I love you" in sign language, but blogger Shari says if you cross your middle over your pointer when you do it, it means "I really love you." I taught this to the kids and Seth one upped even this, doing it with both hands. He grins and says, "Mommy, I double really love you."

Today he'll hear his story. About when the doctor said, "He's a good looking baby." He'll hear how his daddy said, "Hi Buddy." over and over. He'll hear how they gave him to me on a gurney in the hall, because my hospital room wasn't ready, but I was ready for him. He'll hear how happy we were to have a boy. That I knew his name was Seth when I heard him cry. A soft cry, it was.

He'll hear how he completes this family. How he's the only boy for us, the icing on our cake.

We love you buddy!

Double really!

Happy Birthday.