My Tukey Pie is nine today.
I tell him so often that I didn't have to have him that he probably gets tired of hearing it.
My baby son is no longer a baby.
He is meaty and strong, with big smiles and huge feelings and breaks my heart with his sadness and makes me grin from ear to ear when he asks me to snuggle with him at night or says, "I could use a hug right now."
I call him my Chosen One because I chose him. Yes, I chose my other children, and yes, I could have stopped at one child. I could have stopped at two. I could have definitely stopped at two. I was blessed with a beautiful son and a beautiful daughter. It was every parent's dream. A boy and a girl. But call me selfish.
I wanted more. Is that the most greedy thing for a parent to say. I wanted more children. I wanted another. I look back and think about all the women who struggle with infertility for years and maybe I had a little bit of a hard time getting pregnant the first time around, and maybe it's selfish of me to just say, "I wanted another child just to grow my family and love it and have more siblings for my children," so I went for it.
And I got Tukey.
Just look what I got!
And it's his ninth birthday.
Happy birthday to my little awesome boy, who I never want to see grow up and who I am thrilled to watch grow up into a gorgeous kind thoughtful loving sweet boy every single day.
Here he is when he was in Kindergarten after he lost his first tooth:
And here he is last night, with his brand new acoustic guitar! He's ready to rock!
Happy birthday to my best nine year old Tukey Pie!