I’m sitting on the couch looking at you. My precious son. You’re driving your mario kart with a concentration of an Indy race car driver. A few minutes ago I told you it was your last race. Then you look over at me with that contagious smile and big brown eyes, and I’ll let you play once more.
I’m so proud of you. You are such a sweet and happy boy. The only time your smile turns to a frown is if we refuse you a game. But then you’re quick to turn around a minute later to say, “Happy now!” with that smile that is sure to be famous one day.
You love sports and games. And hot dogs. And monster trucks. Mario Kart is at the top of your list and Luigi is your guy!
You adore your big brother. You wrestle and play cops and chefs. Firemen and monster truck drivers. I’ve heard you say more than once, on a whim, “I love you bro!”
And you say you love me all the way to the moon and back.
You are a daddy’s boy. You love him so very much! And beg him for one of the 800 games he plays with you.
Zealand Gabriel Beck Speer, I think you are amazing. If everyone could have your happy disposition – this world would be an angelic world.
I love you, mom!!!