Happy Birthday Caleb!

And just like that, Caleb is nine.  It does not feel like it was nine years ago that he was born.  Or that it was six years ago that he started playschool.  Or four years ago that he learned to ride a bike without training wheels.  In september, he will be in grade four.  Caleb keeps telling me that he'll be in division two and on his next birthday, he'll be 10.  Double digits.

It goes by so fast.  I remember when Caleb was born.  He was the first baby to be born in my extended family in a while and he was loved.  But wow, did he cry.  During the day, he was content.  He liked being in the stroller and swing.  He was happy as long as he was moving.  But at night, or when he in a room with a lot of people, he would become overstimulated and cry.  And cry.  And cry some more.  Ryan used to drive him in the car at night.  Every night.  Just to get him to sleep.

But he outgrew that.  And now, he is a happy and easygoing nine-year-old.

He's still sensitive.  And a little bit quirky.  But he's kind-hearted and empathetic.  And I think those traits are most important of all.

Caleb learned to read chapter books this year.  I think that is so important to note.  Less than 2 years ago, he didn't know all of his letters.  He couldn't label them, write them or make letter-sound connections.  And now he's reading chapter books.  And best of all?  He loves it.  He is asking to stay awake to read.  He reads in the car.  Caleb is proud of himself.  And we are so, so proud of him.

So happy birthday, Caleb!  You are my favourite 9-year-old ever!  I know you are anxious to grow up but please, just enjoy being a kid for a little bit longer.  And keep being the wonderful kid that you are  ♥