He was always on the chubby side. Then he was just big.
He was born with a birth defect that we were told was a miracle. A miracle that he had no lasting effects. A less than 1% chance that he is now perfectly normal.
He is particular and passionate, equally. When things are not in his particular order he passionately lets you know.
He still hates to give kisses. He says he is allergic to girls, except me.
His imagination will wow and frustrate you all at the same time.
He would rather be funny than right.
He looks the most like his father. He acts the most like his father. He is shy and sensitive, easily hurt but unable to tell me why. 
I pray I do what God will have me do for him. I am humbled by the gift that is my middle son. Six years seem to have flown by while I was busy being a mom.
I would like to say I wish I could have cherished them more. But it is their brevity that makes them precious to me. How they are all squished between diaper changes, laughter, and laundry makes them more amazing.
Happy Birthday Alex!
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