Grunty turns 7

Oh, my Grunty Grant--how you've grown!  I was looking at you the other day from afar and noticing you're getting taller and skinnier.  Your little jeans hardly stay up, due to your lack of a substantial bottom (thank your dad for that).  You are active, creative, fun-loving, and sweet.  And a little bit mischevious.  And a bit impatient.  And very, very messy.  But I love every ounce of your being.

I love your soft, soft skin that still feels like a baby.  I love your messy blond hair that shimmers in the sunlight.  I love that you're so severely ticklish, even on the top of your head.  I love your bubbly laugh that just rolls off your tongue so naturally and joyfully.  I love your dance moves.  I love your karate chops and roundhouse kicks (although not when delivered intentionally to your siblings).  I love your energy and enthusiasm for physical activity.  I love your blue, blue eyes.

Happy birthday, my sweet middle boy.  You make me happy and I love you.