Harrison is now officially 7 years old. Abigail wouldn't allow us to say that until after 6:00 p.m., since that's when he made his entrance into this crazy swinging sphere.
Unlike Abigail, Harrison was handed to us on a silver platter. When Jeb mentioned the idea of a baby #2, I agreed to it only because I thought we would have another 3-4 years to prepare, just like we did for Abigail. But that was not to be. Harrison was already lined up at the starting gate, just waiting to burst forth with his giant smile and heart to match. I love those starting gates.
Harrison is our tender hearted boy's boy. He is our sharer. When he came home with his birthday treats from school, he immediately offered them up to his sisters and brother; nobody even had to ask him. He is always the first one to tell mom or his sisters that they look pretty today. But he can also hold his own with all of his burly boy buddies. He's a shoot-em-up, throw the ball, run the race kind of kid, too. It's the perfect combination.
Happy birthday, bubba. I love, love, love, love you.
What a sweetheart, his future wife is going to love him. He must hear his dad compliment his mom a lot, what good examples you are for him.
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