Yesterday when you woke up with your wild hair and squinted eyes, you looked just the same as you always have. My sweet, sensitive baby boy. But truth is you are not a baby anymore, you’re not even a toddler, you are now officially a big boy.
You have the biggest heart of any kid I know. If anyone is sad, hurt, or feeling left out, you’re the kid that goes to help them and ask what’s wrong, and you genuinely care. You are a worrier. If you know somethings coming up and you are not sure if you are 100% about it, you will stress. We will talk about it daily, sometimes more until the event happens. Sorry babe, you got this from me. You are cautious. If there is something that looks even a bit scary there is no way you’re getting near it. In your words, “if it’s fast, high, or scary I don’t wont to do it”. Your doctor tells me this is a sign of intelligence. I believe this is true.
You are so smart beyond your years. You know and say things that simply amaze me when they come out of your mouth. You are a pleaser. You want to do the right thing, and for it to be noticed that you did it. I have never once in the four years of pre-school had one bad report from any of your teachers. You are so very polite and for the most part always use your manners. It’s so cute that as a little big boy you already know ladies first. I sometimes have to give you a little wink but you always let the girls go first, and even hold the door for them at school. Your daddy has taught you well. We always joke whatever lady snags you up is going to be very lucky.
Your daddy is your best friend, and when asked you have no shame in admitting so. You are the happiest when you are with him. You light up in a way that makes my heart want to burst. You look up to everything he does, and when asked what you want to be when you grow up you say, “I want to be a dad, just like my dad”. I hope you turn out just like your daddy Carson, because he is such a good man.
You are an amazing big brother. You have been since the day you met your sister. You are very protective. No one messes with your baby sister, and you are always sure to let them know this. Don’t get me wrong you guys have your moments, but you are so good with her. You have more patience with her than I do (she’s a feisty little thing). You try and teach her new things, and she is so eager to learn from you. Every morning when she wakes up her first words are, “where’s bubba”? The sibling love you guys have is so special, and I hope it always stays this way.
Carson I am so very proud to have the privilege of being called your mama. I love you more than I ever thought possible to love anything. You are such a special child with the sweetest soul, and I hope this never changes. I love you to the moon and back precious boy.
Happy Birthday Carson. You really are such a sweet boy!
Awww Happy Birthday !!! He is adorable. I've been following your blog before you announce you were expecting Taylor. You have the sweetest family 🙂
This is sooo soo sweet!! Happy birthday Carson!! He is adorable.
This was such a wonderful letter to Carson and one you'll both treasure forever! You are such a fantastic mama! Happy birthday to Carson!
I heart Carson! Tell him Miss Julia wishes him a giant happy birthday and give that sweet boy an even bigger hug from me!
Caycee this is beautiful! I hope you have a hand written copy of this saved someplace special for him to read 10 years from now. So special!
Aww this is too sweet! You are one lucky mama. Happy Birthday Carson!
Happy Birthday Carson! This is the sweetest post – and those pictures of him and Taylor are precious!
So sweet! My boy turned 10 yesterday— double digits… I can't believe it! 🙂 Those January 26th boy are very special!!! Hee Hee 🙂
Such a sweet post Caycee, it brought tears to my eyes. Happy Birthday Carson!
Happy Birthday to Carson! He and Taylor really do look so similar! It is hard as each birthday passes…I know that all too well. I can't believe my oldest is already 8…it just flies by.
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So sweet! This reminds me of my "brudder". He's 3 years older and couldn't stand to see me cry, so he would climb into my crib with me every morning. He was always the compassionate and patient one, and I was the feisty stubborn one. Now I'm 26 and our relationship hasn't changed. He's my best friend. 🙂
He is, simply, a STUD. SO SO SO SO stinkin cute. You can tell he is indeed a very good big borther. Beautiful family.
You are very lucky! What a sweet boy!