Ten
Ten. Ten.
It was a decade ago, breakfast time on this very day, that this incredible person turned us into a family. He has made every single day of that decade into a grand adventure.
Our Trey Isaiah is full tween. I have already here written of struggles and growing pains. Change is never easy, caught between kid and grownup. He'll find his place.
He tells long, winding, excruciatingly detailed stories, and it's fabulous. Animated and oh, the faces. A tale-teller who reserves his entertaining for those he loves the most.
His anxiety has certainly improved, more in his last year than any other. Though not all resolved, he has slowly learned some coping strategies to help ease some of his fears. Trey has done more to use his gifts, put himself out there, and seize life this past year than we ever would have expected from him. It's like he's realizing he can be free.
And he is learning to trust his Savior more and more. So important, because obviously the old devil knows exactly which of his buttons to push.
Trey loves basketball, baseball, and golf, and is pretty dern good at all of them. Competitive to a fault and talks trash like nobody's business, especially now that he's gaining skill and size on most of the adults in his life.
Yes, he's tall. He smiles and crinkles up his nose, moving to put his face right in front of mine, flat hand grazing the top of his head and landing on the bridge of my nose. By eleven he will pass me.
Healthy too, a great vegetable eater and oh so stubborn restaurant eater. We're working on cutting down on bread for the sake of the belly and upping water for the sake of everything else. But praise God, even with his many food issues, Trey is just fine. He is more careful than we are about his allergies, a legitimate lifesaver and also a very convenient excuse to be picky.
He's sharp as a tack and wants so much to put his mathematical and scientific energies into geography. Obsessed with maps and directions and places and distance. So very unique.
He's our navigator, master scheduler, and planner. When he puts his mind to it, he is a fantastic, reliable helper. Mows the yard by himself now. Like, all of it. Laundry, garden, cleaning. Makes a list like a boss.
He's good for a laugh any time of day, an occasional hug, a random song or dance move, a board game, and has grown quite keen on talking things over. "Close the door, Mama." We sit together on the edge of his bed, pour out every bit of conversation, then work together til it all makes sense.
He doesn't sleep as much as he should, whines dramatically, hoards paper, likes screens a little too much, and maintains an extremely shaky relationship with his brother.
We all have stuff to work on.
An avid reader, he can't collect enough Wimpy Kid and Big Nate books. He wishes he had a pool in the backyard and would probably swim in it all day, every day. He wants his own phone and 3-D printer. We know why he wants a phone. Not so much the 3-D printer. He is doing fantastically at the piano and can't wait to walk trails on our adventures this fall. He does love a good adventure.
Our sweet, loud, smiley Trey brings us joy like no other, and as I gaze eye-level at his strikingly handsome face, who on earth can believe we've come this far? An incredible, utterly unpredictable journey that I'm so thankful we're on together.
Can't wait to see what God will do with this young man.
Trey Isaiah, we love you a thousand million bajillion times. Happy tenth birthday, buddy!
It was a decade ago, breakfast time on this very day, that this incredible person turned us into a family. He has made every single day of that decade into a grand adventure.
Our Trey Isaiah is full tween. I have already here written of struggles and growing pains. Change is never easy, caught between kid and grownup. He'll find his place.
He tells long, winding, excruciatingly detailed stories, and it's fabulous. Animated and oh, the faces. A tale-teller who reserves his entertaining for those he loves the most.
His anxiety has certainly improved, more in his last year than any other. Though not all resolved, he has slowly learned some coping strategies to help ease some of his fears. Trey has done more to use his gifts, put himself out there, and seize life this past year than we ever would have expected from him. It's like he's realizing he can be free.
And he is learning to trust his Savior more and more. So important, because obviously the old devil knows exactly which of his buttons to push.
Trey loves basketball, baseball, and golf, and is pretty dern good at all of them. Competitive to a fault and talks trash like nobody's business, especially now that he's gaining skill and size on most of the adults in his life.
Yes, he's tall. He smiles and crinkles up his nose, moving to put his face right in front of mine, flat hand grazing the top of his head and landing on the bridge of my nose. By eleven he will pass me.
Healthy too, a great vegetable eater and oh so stubborn restaurant eater. We're working on cutting down on bread for the sake of the belly and upping water for the sake of everything else. But praise God, even with his many food issues, Trey is just fine. He is more careful than we are about his allergies, a legitimate lifesaver and also a very convenient excuse to be picky.
He's sharp as a tack and wants so much to put his mathematical and scientific energies into geography. Obsessed with maps and directions and places and distance. So very unique.
He's our navigator, master scheduler, and planner. When he puts his mind to it, he is a fantastic, reliable helper. Mows the yard by himself now. Like, all of it. Laundry, garden, cleaning. Makes a list like a boss.
He's good for a laugh any time of day, an occasional hug, a random song or dance move, a board game, and has grown quite keen on talking things over. "Close the door, Mama." We sit together on the edge of his bed, pour out every bit of conversation, then work together til it all makes sense.
He doesn't sleep as much as he should, whines dramatically, hoards paper, likes screens a little too much, and maintains an extremely shaky relationship with his brother.
We all have stuff to work on.
An avid reader, he can't collect enough Wimpy Kid and Big Nate books. He wishes he had a pool in the backyard and would probably swim in it all day, every day. He wants his own phone and 3-D printer. We know why he wants a phone. Not so much the 3-D printer. He is doing fantastically at the piano and can't wait to walk trails on our adventures this fall. He does love a good adventure.
Our sweet, loud, smiley Trey brings us joy like no other, and as I gaze eye-level at his strikingly handsome face, who on earth can believe we've come this far? An incredible, utterly unpredictable journey that I'm so thankful we're on together.
Can't wait to see what God will do with this young man.
Trey Isaiah, we love you a thousand million bajillion times. Happy tenth birthday, buddy!
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