Something about that oldest one.  That oldest child that defies logic.  The one that can’t be wearing boots almost as big as yours, the one that couldn’t possibly spend evenings pouring over thick chapter books or sewing little baby dolls, the one that just seems to grow up far too fast.  Maybe the last will carry this feeling as well, I can’t be sure… yet.  But either way, this bony little boy, all-elbows, knees, and hair- he never ceases to amaze me.

He chose a camping trip with his brothers on our neighbors land over a party this go around the sun.  He requested “cow stuff”, so a calf halter and barn boots were in order.  I added in some origami paper and Polaroid film to round things out.

But more than likely his most memorable and exciting present was the emergence of this beauty.  He was in awe that it happened the day before his birthday.  What luck he thought?  That something so magical would happen just in the nick of time for his special day.  He must have hugged me one hundred times while we sat there watching her dry her wings, every now and then whispering, “I love you mama”.

Oh this boy, he melts me.  Happy Seventh Birthday Miles!