Nine. My last baby turned nine this April. I can't believe that this is his last year in single digits. Every birthday I ask the boys what kind of cake. Sometimes it's a cookie cake made to look exactly like the candle that he wanted on top. I think I did a pretty good job delivering exactly what he was looking for.
This little man completed our family nine years ago. He was the piece that we didn't even know was missing. I love his big heart and his love for his brothers. He is always happy to help out with anything I need and loves his mama like no other. I will forever be grateful that God chose me to be his mama.
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