Sam

On the eve of his birthday Sam was not so patiently

waiting for his dinner.

Soon he was found like this. . .

Sound asleep across two bar stools.

We left him there while we ate dinner.

Then I carried my little man up to bed.

He had wicker marks pressed into his sweet cheek.

He snuggled with his mama, while she thought back

four years to the eve of his birth,

laboring and baking a cake in anticipation of

his birth celebration--complete with extra chocolate frosting.

To the moment she saw those big eyes and knew

he was hers--forever.

Those same big, brown eyes still capture my heart.

When coupled with his grin, those eyes quite often

get him just what he wants and out of a pickle.

Maybe that's why little boys are sent so cute.

To make up for jumping off the furniture,

cruising down the stairs in plastic boxes,

peeing all over the toilet,

painting basketballs with toothpaste,

picking vegetables before they're ripe

and never liking what's for dinner....

He's our Sammy, and we love him so!

p.s. just today he very earnestly asked me, "mom, can I have a tiger? so that next year at the beach, I can ride it up the big sand hill and go fast all the way to the top!"

I told him to ask his dad...