Seven
My sweet Isaiah is seven now!
We celebrated his birthday last week and it was a joyful one, to be sure.
I surprised him with homemade cinnamon rolls when he woke up as a birthday breakfast treat. He clearly approved of the gesture. I love that he remembered to bring out the Special Day plate (for birthdays, name days and baptismal anniversaries. I so often forget. I especially love that he is a child who thinks it's so meaningful to use it.)
The weekend before we had friends over for a Dino Trux birthday party. We played lots of Minute to Win It games and the boys were so FUN to be with; each of them, taking the competition seriously but so kindly encouraging to the others. "Wiggle a cookie off your forehead and into your mouth" is always quite funny!
I remember dreaming with Patrick when we were dating about having a house where kids congregate and play, and with each passing birthday, it's happening a bit more. I am so glad!
The beautiful painting he made for me on Mother's Day.
Isaiah has a real artistic eye; beautiful music or art speak to him especially. He composed a piece of music with his piano teacher last week and it was just adorable! He sang all about "I love my school, I love to play, I love my friends, we do something new every day!" I was delighted by this, to say the least.
He regularly chooses books from the school library or the public library that I love. Of all of our children, he is the first to have my high standards for choosing picture books imbued on him so that we have almost identical tastes.
He loves to bring order to the home so is always the first to run and help me with chores. Hard work is something he is passionate about.
He is sweetly playful with his little sister. She looks up to him so much that she regularly tells me she's going to marry him when she grows up.
He is deeply generous and empathetic. I find it touching that his favourite story is "A Chair for my Mother," about a child being raised by her single mother and grandmother who work away at saving their spare change to buy a chair for the girl's mother, so she has a comfortable place to sit when she comes home from a long shift waiting tables.
Soon my dear boy will receive his First Holy Communion, and he is overjoyed at the prospect. I can hardly believe we are there already but what a wonderful ride it has been, and will continue to be!
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