All of the sudden, he's just not a little boy anymore. He's gotten taller and smarter and bigger...he's just, well, older. I remember his birth vividly - fast labor, very quick delivery, and there he was. He was so darn cute - no mushed up face or cone head or any of that. Just so doggone cute.
His arrival added so much joy to our family. He was a content, happy baby. And, he made it easy to move from 'man to man' to 'zone' defense since Mom and Dad were outnumbered.
I was a neurotic first time mom with Alex, and Julia brought a whole different set of worries. But, with Luke, I just enjoyed every minute. Maybe that is why he is such a happy little boy that simply loves life. Or, maybe God knew just what we needed, and he sent Luke. Whatever the case may be, he sure adds just the right mix of love and laughter to our family. Maybe Alex wouldn't always (usually) admit it, but we sure are glad he's a Rosner.
After all, where else would we get these kind of pure joy smiles?
And, can you believe it...those boys do have at least a little bit of brotherly love.
So, Luke, thanks for being you - our jabber-jawing, sweet-smooching, trouble-seeking, mess-making, good-sleeping, joy-finding middle child. We love you and don't know what we'd do without you!Happy Birthday, Lukie!
