Monday, January 15, 2018

David Scott turns 8...

My Firstborn,

Eight years...another 4 and you'll be way too cool for us...another 8 and we'll never see you because you'll have a driver's license...and two more after that and you'll be heading off to college.  Gosh!  How did you get so big so fast, my Love Bug?!? 

Weren't you just 6 months old?!?



You're so smart and are doing great in school.  You're a great friend to everyone and are not afraid to tell someone if they're not being kind to another schoolmate.  You're a phenomenal big brother to Drew and Maggie who both look up to you and love you very much.  Your coordination and athleticism is kind of crazy good as are your piano/music skills!  You are such a willing helper all of the time whether it's me asking, or Daddy, or one of your teachers.  You love to learn...I pray this thirst is never quenched and that you always strive to learn more.  No one knows more about dinosaurs than you.  You have a kind heart; it will probably get broken and you will do your own share of breaking hearts as you get older.  But don't let that stop you from putting yourself out there in love and life.  You're so independent and responsible...but you like to have fun too...a great balance!

I have no doubt that you will be a great success at whatever path you choose.  When you make your mind up about something, you do it, whether it's finishing building the 4,000+ piece Death Star in time for you to take it to school for your week as your class' Star Student, or learning to ride your bike without training wheels at 5 1/2 years old.  I see so much of Daddy's determination in you.  But I also see the same frustration that I had growing up.  Just push through it.  Persevere.  Even in your failures, you will learn something.  Even if it doesn't feel like it at the time.  Lessons in life are everywhere if you look hard enough. 

My love for you runs deeper than any shark can swim.  And it's faster than any Dromiceiomimus can run (look it up).  It's more fierce than any ninja warrior.  It's sweeter than any batch of Gran's rice krispy treats.  And it will last long after I'm gone.  I have had the privilege of being your Mama for over 8 years now, about 20% of my life since you're a math whiz.  And I cannot wait to see what great things you accomplish, and the amazing records you break, and the near-wins, and the lessons learned from successes and defeats...because you will have both.  And I will be there.  To celebrate with you, to cheer you on, and to pick you up and carry you if you need it.  Because I am your Mama...and that's what I do.  You are my sunshine..

Love,
Mama
Area51 after school with Dad/Pizza/Sleepover party...everyone went home by 10:30...ha!


He chose this Star Wars lego set with birthday money from Gran and Papa!

The Death Star (lego kit from MiMi, Mamaw, and his parents)...he did it all by himself with very little help from us. 
Truth be told, we wanted in on the action; he didn't need us at all!

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