Happy birthday Isaaq!

My son turned 6. He has turned my world upside down. He is kind, generous, funny, and crazy. Six years ago my stable, safe, secure world as I know it got a little rumpled. I gave birth to a baby boy. A boy, that by God's grace, would grow to become a strong, hungry, handsome man.
You see, I was the oldest of four girls. Everyone would always joke "Where are the boys?" to which my mom would promptly reply, "They'll come later!" leaving people fantastically confused (so brilliant). So I, naturally, thought I would have all girls. Eden was a girl... so... of course #2 would be a girl. Well, for what I can remember, for the first time I was wrong. We had a son. And we wouldn't change him for the world.

He makes my pulse race (the unsettling kind). All of our trips to the ER have been on account of him. He's rough and tumble. He bathes in dirt. If there is grass, he is rolling in it. His pants have holes in the knees (very fashionable). A sprinkle of freckles strewn across his face. He is going to make some girl very happy someday. I sure hope I like her. And, I hope she's funny. And I hope she laughs at my jokes. Anyways.... I digress.
He's the first to bend over and help someone up (unless its his sisters). He has the most incredible laugh. We named him well, he is a son of laughter. He will dutifully play Barbies with his sisters and entertain his little brother by hitting him relentlessly with a foam sword. I love him. He saunters over to me, his hands hidden behind his back. A shy smile creeping across his face. Guess what hand mama? I take a guess, and he hands me a bouquet of flowers/grass/leaves/rocks.  His smile turns my heart to a puddle. And how do I love him. Happy birthday Isaaq. Mama loves you.