You are nine years old today. Nine. I can't believe that you are one year away from double digits.
You are the quietest member of our family and would let yourself fade into the background if we let you. You also have the kindest heart of any kid I have ever met. I know that I'm biased b/c I'm your mom, but you really do. There is nothing that you wouldn't do for someone you love. While I usually shudder to think of what kind of chaos your sister will bring to the world as an adult, I look forward to seeing what you accomplish. I wouldn't be surprised if you found a cure for cancer. Right now, you want to work at Roaring Springs when you grow up, but I know that won't last forever.
I went into labor with you at 4am on September 21st. That was your polite way of warning me that it was coming. I didn't go to the hospital until later that afternoon. You were born at 9:20pm at a whopping 8lbs. 11oz. We really didn't expect you to be that big. From that moment on, you've constantly done the unexpected. You say things like "Dinner smells delightful!" to "Pardon me, I just keep getting the words wrong today (while reading)". Hearing big words come out of your small little mouth is really one of the greatest joys. You never fail to make us smile.
Only a person like you could be such a great brother to Kelsey. She has no idea how lucky she is, but we will be sure to remind her.
Happy Birthday, Sweet William.