Sometimes...deadlines just aren't met. ("Mom, I wouldn't use it right now anyway, it's almost summer.")
Sometimes...we get lucky at the movie theater.
Sometimes....pizza with the gaggle of cousins and aunties is just what he wants.
...and a bmx bike and his ears pierced with pink rhinestone earrings (yes, really).
Sometimes....being the best Mama I can be means choosing to be present with my time and energy...and buying that strawberry shortcake from Whole Foods.
Sometimes....I look at this now ten-year old boy and see the same dimpled baby who was always so content. Content to take it all in, content to let his older brother take the lead, content to read and draw and sit and chill. And chill, he still does. Ezra is the master of the chill. Interrupted though, just as it was when he was a babe, by moments of unexpected and wild personality. Quirky, creative and ridiculously funny exploits. And always with a surprise up his sleeve, this one with the dimples in his cheeks and twinkle in his eye that charms us all.
My children's birthdays certainly have a touch of sadness in them for me as I miss those baby days of theirs and think about how fast the time is going. But it's always so overshadowed by the joy and excitement in seeing what comes next for them. The pleasure in watching them grow. They are my children, of course I love them with every ounce of my being - but what a delight, and how grateful I am, that I really sincerely like them too. These days are fun.