My sweet middle child….how are you this old so soon? Eleven already?
Being your mama is my highest calling. Oh, I pray you know that deep down.
God spoke to my heart about you while he was forming you, and I have proof in your prayer journal.
He said you’d be full of life and joy, and you are. You are my joy boy.
You’re funny…hilarious really. Everyday you make me laugh.
Take for instance last night, when we were going over your spelling words, and you got to astronaut.
You divided up the syllables as you were spelling it, just like you do with all of your words.
You thought that first syllable was spelled A.S.S., and you nearly died from laughter when you said it out loud.
I’m so glad I chose to laugh with you, and I’m glad you know the correct way to spell astronaut now.
You’re inquisitive, you love details, and you love people.
I don’t know what you’ll do one day, but it’ll be loving people and caring for their stories, I’m sure of it.
Every morning you ask me how I slept, and every night you ask me how my day went.
I am blown away by how well you’ve adjusted to being in school this year.
You’re doing phenomenal.
You are flexible, kind-hearted, hard working and you persevere well. These things will serve you well in life.
Your teachers love you and your new friends adore you.
I’m proud of you Seth. I love who you are.
I love the way God has gifted you, and watching you become a young man delights my heart.
I celebrate the life God has given you, and I pray I will love and serve you well.