This boy. Today he is nine. Nine. NINE! And this is exactly how I find him every single morning when I crawl out of bed. Rumpled white undershirt, cozy spot on the couch in front of the fire, book in hand. Reading is his passion and I'm sure he has far surpassed the number of books I have read in my life. Maybe twice over. Ryan and I were talking the other night about what a joy Easton is in our lives. He loves to help people, he is level headed, he is fun, and one thing I have noticed lately: He loves to make others feel good about themselves. Frankly, every mother should have an Easton. He makes me completely utterly happy and thankful. I'm sure I don't deserve him, but I'm so very grateful he's mine.
Happy Birthday dear boy!