Nicholas, you are turning five today! We’ve been blessed to have you in our family for almost 4 of those years. Today we are taking mint chocolate Oreo pops to preschool and today Daddy stayed a little late to have breakfast with you and give you your present, a pair of roller skates. Right away you handed one to your little sister and now you and Abby are scooting around the kitchen, each with a roller skate on one foot. You like to share anything except your trains and airplanes.
You love airplanes. A LOT.
You also love to eat. Sometimes you have 3 different breakfasts. You need all that food to fuel you because you never stop moving. Sometimes you start doing spontaneous somersaults. Sometimes they are in the hall at church on Sunday when hundreds of people are trying to walk.
Your favorite foods are scrambled eggs, sloppy joes, and meatball subs.
You like to cheer people up, and you always do. Well, almost always. 😉
You have so much charisma that I can’t count how many strangers have said the first time they meet you, “That’s some boy you have there. I bet one day he’s going to be the mayor.” Sometimes they say President. Sometimes they say a pastor. Always a leader.
You love sports. Especially golf. (Who knows why) It rarely discourages you that you can be clumsy or if you aren’t the best on a team. You just love to play.
Everyone who knows you loves you, and you seem to know everyone. People I don’t know come up to me all the time and say, “Oh, you’re Nicholas’ mom. We just LOVE Nicholas!” No matter where we are, church, the mall, Panera Bread, it’s always…
“He is so funny.”
“He has such a genuine love of life.”
“He is a joy to be around.”
Or your teachers
“He was struggling today, but he tries SO hard.”
“He didn’t want to do the work, but he is just so funny it’s hard to get upset with him.”
When I make appointments for your sisters at the doctor’s office, the staff always ask if I can please bring you too.
Friends always ask if Nick has said anything funny lately, and there is always a new story.
Maybe one day you will be a pastor or the mayor or the President. Or a pilot. Or a stand-up comic. As long as you are a stand-up citizen, I really don’t care.
Until then, it will be fun to watch you grow into the man you will become.