My sweet Noah man
You are everything kind, tenderhearted, sweet, and brave. You have a quiet strength, and it’s a good thing with all these sisters around to take care of. I love the way you love others and care for others, seeing and noticing especially those on the fringes. It’s a sensitivity I hope you hold onto in this abrasive world. You love trucks and cars and its all you asked for for your birthday, besides green hand knit socks and a sweater. (You are so sweet to your momma, loving the things I make for you and wearing them happily, treasuring them. I don’t know how long that will last so I’m enjoying it while I can!) You love pouring over books with beautiful illustrations so we bought for you the Nature Anatomy book, and you have been carrying it around with you outside, identifying all sorts of treasures in our yard. Your birthday was spent first with pancakes, then opening presents with daddy before he had to go to work. We planned to go the fire station but it was pouring rain and mommy made the rash decision to do a “quick” stop to the walk-in bone and joint clinic to check on phoebe’s foot (which she injured jumping off the stage at church barefoot). That took far longer than anticipated and we had no time for the fire station and no where to park in all the rain, so we opted for hot cocoa and movie at home instead. It’s just like you, to sacrifice your plans for others, but we will make it up to you and visit the fire station soon! I think you still had a fun and happy day. I love you so much my one and only little man, now six years old and so tall and grown. It is a joy to see you growing especially in your reading and art skills, as well as in your faith. You are so quick to remind me that you love me very much but “not as much as I love God.” May He always have first place in your heart. I’m so very proud of you.