...those are the words I always share with Brady, to which he replies "and you're my best Mom." *heart melts* There were days during my latest pregnancy that I often wondered if I would be the Mother of 1 girl and 2 boys or 2 girls and 1 boy. I think the Lord knew exactly what he was doing. Brady is my one and only. A son has a very special place in a mother's heart and I am so thankful for that relationship. Eight years ago, this little man came into our lives. It's so hard to believe how fast they grow up. I look back at pictures from just a couple of years ago and I stare in wonderment at the little boy who is quickly approaching the teenage years. This last year has been a challenge. I'm not sure if it is the change from being the "baby" of the family to being the middle child AND the only boy. Or if it is just he's at an age where he is being exposed to more things (and behaviors) and flirting with the boundary line.
Brady, you are goofy and silly and witty and shy. You don't like to be the center of attention unlike your older sister. You are timid and fearful of trying new things and you definitely are not a daredevil. You started taking guitar lessons from Poppa this year and seem to really be enjoying it. You have never really been into music, but your bright blue guitar has peaked your interest more so than anything else. You listen to songs on the radio and ask questions about the instruments you hear playing. Of course your Daddy just beams with excitement when you make observations about acoustic vs. electric guitar sounds.