Today is a special day. It's Bam's birthday. That's Bammy/Sammy/Sammers/Bammers/Sammy-boy to you.
Bammy likes cake. And he likes parties, and birthdays, and party hats, and pwesents, and cake, and parties, and cake, and cake. His favorite color is "all da cuh-lows" and "gween" and "oh-ang". His favorite food is "cah-kwit". And, though he's too diplomatic to admit it, his favorite human is Mommy.
And he's four today. And we had a little party. Just a little one, because Daddy isn't here. But the neighbor kids came, and cupcakes were eaten, and presents were opened. And Sammy was happy. (But I'm not sure how Jesus felt about everything. I'm going to assume he's happy too.)
Only a few of the many things I love about Sammy:
His looooooong--sometimes juicy--always serious--kisses.
How much he loves babies and how he tries to shush them when they cry.
His cute voice.
When he's throwing a tantrum and wails "But Mom! I can't take it anymow!" and/or "But I can't calm down!"
That he can play happily by himself for hours.
How he dances.
When he sings to himself.
How when he's plays he and gives his toys different voices.
That he loves to read.
His beautiful smile
and big brown eyes!
I sure love you, Sammy-boy!!!
(Bi-polar split-personality and all!)