Happy Birthday Ethan!

Nine years ago today, almost to the very minute, my baby boy was born. Ethan George Lawrence came into this world after relaxing in the birth canal for much too long. I think he set up a beach chair and thought he might be able to catch some sun or something because he really was determined to hang out in there forever. Much to his shocking dismay, his plans were interrupted when the doctors opened up a sun roof in the baby condominium and forced him through an emergency c-section. As was expected, he cried the whole time this was taking place. As is also expected to all those who know him, Ethan still thinks he can take his own sweet time to do whatever he wants.

Ethan is an amazing little boy. He regularly transforms his transformers. He analyzes rocks and minerals to discover their net worth and determines their street value if he were to sell them on the black market. Ethan always has some scheme or plot or plan to do something. Anything. Just as long as he is active. Which is funny since whenever we ask him to hustle his little bustle he immediately goes slow.

Ethan is creative and caring. And sometimes that means creative in his caring. He loves to create new games and stories. He is always coming up with some kind of contraption or construction; a new sculpture or new arrangement to display his little artifacts in his room. Ethan is always so sensitive to those around him. He loves people and loves to make them laugh.

My little boy is nine years old today. I can't even imagine my world or my life without him. He is my soul and my heart. Happy birthday my little boy. I love you with my whole self!