friday marked this fellow's ninth birthday.
he's so much bubbly chatter and vim, his heart anchored in tenderness and justice. he's silly and clever and a river of patience with his younger brother. (m cheerfully allows little m to drag him by the hand and dictate his day's itinerary, and though i remind him that he's allowed to say no sometimes, he delights in his brother's happiness.)
he's the middlest of the middles, a tough spot to inhabit if i've ever seen one. but oh, he's our joy.
m, i hope you flourish in the knowing that you are loved from your cowlick to your heels, that this knowing equips you for the long and messy business of loving others. i hope God is closer than breath, that He is your treasure, your magnificent obsession.
happy birthday, sweet boy. you're the best kind of wonderful.
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