Six
Trey is six today. Six.
My baby. My Trey. The little one long-awaited and prayed for, by plenty more than just us. The first child, named over chocolate milkshakes in a Sonic parking lot by two dating dreamers, years before he arrived.
The one who would show us more about life and faith than we ever could have learned without him.
How is he six years old?
Has grown over three inches in four months.
Loves basketball and going to open gym at school with his Daddy.
Will watch Andy Griffith, Duck Dynasty, or Family Feud any time of day.
Loves being outside. Swimming, water balloons, bicycle riding, baseball, working in the garden, exploring, catching butterflies or lightning bugs.
Teaches Aden his letters. Would never admit it, but loves having Aden around to play with, boss around, and do stuff he's too uptight to do on his own.
Eats the same small handful of foods all the time. The word "try" is profanity to him.
And not just for food.
Anything or anyone new makes this kid fall apart.
Calls me out on my mistakes.
Immediately apologizes for his. Out of genuine regret or fear of punishment, who knows.
Says he will not be attending school in the fall. Yeah.
Hates to play by himself.
Still insists on sleeping in the same bed as his Daddy, and has basically kicked me out of my room.
Gets very nervous when we have no schedule for the day. Or when the clocks in the house are off sync.
Takes showers, and completely on his own. What?? When did this happen?
Has grown to love praise and worship music.
Sits on the front pew at church with his Granddaddy and Nana. And makes all the ladies swoon with his quiet politeness and mile-long eyelashes.
Says almost every other day that he wishes he could live with his Poppop.
Tall. Smart. Strong. Happy. Creative. Loving. At least when he wants to be.
Oh, my Trey Isaiah. How the Lord blessed us with your coming. You are one amazing kid, and we look forward to watching you grow and grow. We love you more than you'll ever know, precious boy. Happy birthday.
My baby. My Trey. The little one long-awaited and prayed for, by plenty more than just us. The first child, named over chocolate milkshakes in a Sonic parking lot by two dating dreamers, years before he arrived.
The one who would show us more about life and faith than we ever could have learned without him.
How is he six years old?
Has grown over three inches in four months.
Loves basketball and going to open gym at school with his Daddy.
Will watch Andy Griffith, Duck Dynasty, or Family Feud any time of day.
Loves being outside. Swimming, water balloons, bicycle riding, baseball, working in the garden, exploring, catching butterflies or lightning bugs.
Teaches Aden his letters. Would never admit it, but loves having Aden around to play with, boss around, and do stuff he's too uptight to do on his own.
Eats the same small handful of foods all the time. The word "try" is profanity to him.
And not just for food.
Anything or anyone new makes this kid fall apart.
Calls me out on my mistakes.
Immediately apologizes for his. Out of genuine regret or fear of punishment, who knows.
Says he will not be attending school in the fall. Yeah.
Hates to play by himself.
Still insists on sleeping in the same bed as his Daddy, and has basically kicked me out of my room.
Gets very nervous when we have no schedule for the day. Or when the clocks in the house are off sync.
Takes showers, and completely on his own. What?? When did this happen?
Has grown to love praise and worship music.
Sits on the front pew at church with his Granddaddy and Nana. And makes all the ladies swoon with his quiet politeness and mile-long eyelashes.
Says almost every other day that he wishes he could live with his Poppop.
Tall. Smart. Strong. Happy. Creative. Loving. At least when he wants to be.
Oh, my Trey Isaiah. How the Lord blessed us with your coming. You are one amazing kid, and we look forward to watching you grow and grow. We love you more than you'll ever know, precious boy. Happy birthday.
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