Happy Birthday Bubba! You were such a big baby, almost 9 lbs., and we took you two weeks early, or gosh knows how big you may have become!
As I sat looking back through your pictures, a funny and great story went along with each of these photos and I have thoroughly enjoyed remembering. We all got a chuckle out of them.
The one where you are crying? You were playing knee hockey with your brother and his stick got you in the leg. So your Dad was trying to make you feel better, and helped you blow your nose, and your tooth came out!
That first golf trophy you won? You had to go to a playoff to win- and beat the other boy. You held your cool so well, and we were all duly impressed with how you handled the pressure.
That classic photo of your brother strangling you? The only year we didn't send out a Christmas card- and now we totally wish we would have- and maybe still will. That is quintessentially you and your brother. Polar opposites in so many ways, and yet the bond you share with him is still cemented in place.
We asked what you might like to get for your birthday? Oh some Star Wars legos. And could we just cook dinner and eat at home? Maybe go to Tutti Frutti for frozen yogurt later? So simple. So classic Colton. He has my heart that one.
Yeah, that's all he really wanted. He also happened to get his brother's hand me down golf clubs. Colton was ecstatic. He doesn't care which brand, what color, or where they came from. To him, they're new. And everything he has always wanted. He lined them up in his room along the wall so he could see them before he went to bed and when he woke up.
And if it was okay? The only thing he needed was a "stroller thingie," you know, so he could walk with the clubs in the bag.
We laughed again. Dad has a "cart," for the bag so Colton can walk with them.
He is growing so- but that little boy in him is still there underneath it all.
Colton- love you to the moon- and as you always say- I know mom, and all the way back.