It was thirteen years ago today…

It was thirteen years ago today that a little baby named Quinland Rose came into my life.  Through all these years, I have been given clues about the person he is and will become.

When Quinland was a newborn, we discovered that he did not really like to sleep, but that he loved to be cuddled.  He still resists bedtime and still loves to snuggle.

When Quinland was a baby, he would gaze into my eyes with the most loving look and pat my back when I held him.  I could make him laugh and laugh like nobody else.  He is still as love-y as can be, and I can still make him laugh his head off.

When Quinland was a toddler, he started to sing (“The bunny, the bunny, oh, the bunny”).  He’d pull his tubs of books off the shelves and look through them all,  one by one.  He’d build a tower of blocks and say, “Good job, me!”  He still sings constantly; he still loves his books; he is still amazingly self-confident.

When Quinland was a preschooler, he baked cookies with Grandma and made his own cake for his fourth birthday.  He told me, “Clothes do not have to match.  Dad said so!” and “When I grow up, I’m going to be a drummer in a rock-and-roll band.”  He has become an excellent baker who treats us (and his friends) regularly and who loves to watch the Food Network.  He still has his own unique style and has never succumbed to cookie-cutter fashion.  He will be in a band, though he might be playing bass instead of drums.

When Quinland started school, he made friends easily, loved to read above all things (and sometimes under his desk), and charmed his teachers with his enthusiastic participation.  Whenever he got the chance, he was making origami, building something, knitting or crocheting, or working on an art project.  He still makes friends easily and is still the “Reader Rabbit” I called him then.  His enthusiasm knows no bounds, and when he is really enthusiastic, his voice knows no bounds, either!  He is still a little MacGyver who loves creating things with his hands. 

All the way into middle school, Quinland has done an excellent job of choosing friends who are good and kind and who have parents I love, which is very handy.  (Keep it up, Quinland!)

Now Quinland is thirteen.  At Mass this morning, Father Jim’s homily was about the fact that God calls each one of us by name; He has known us since before we were born, knows our hopes and dreams, and cherishes each one of us. It seemed really appropriate, since this was the day, thirteen years ago, that we learned Quinland’s name.

(I love you, baby Quinland, and I am looking forward to all the years to come!  XOXO, Mama)

Five things about Quinland that I am grateful for today:

  1. He is excellent company.
  2. He has a great sense of humor.
  3. He takes compliments easily and graciously.
  4. He is becoming quite poised.
  5. He is as smart as a whip and puts his mind to good use.
  • {Clutter} released: I sent home all kinds o’ stuff today: a video with Auntie Heidi, a birthday basket o’ books with Tante Ina, some birthday gifts with Devin, a glass jar with Grandma Ann, some magazines for Markham School and an early birthday gift with Deb. Whoo-hoo!

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