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Two children and two girls into motherhood, and then-a boy.  By then the excitement of getting to try out a boy had given way to fear.  ”I know girls, what in the world will I do with a boy, and my goodness, aren’t clothes for boys so boring?”

My friend Beth looked me in the eye, “I love my girl, but I am in love with my boy.  Just wait.”

How many times I’ve repeated that statement to my friends expecting their first boy, the same look in my eye.  I’m in love with this little, big man.

The third child, the only boy, let’s just say he gets a way with things sometimes. Did I mention he’s a serious kisser? I mean he can let loose with the kisses and the hugs. To the point that his sisters start rolling their eyes and sighing, “Why does he have to talk about kissing you all the time?” One day they’ll understand. I’m not putting any stops to it until, inevitably, it happens on it’s own.

On the other hand, I really want this little man to become a strong, Godly, father and husband.  Which he be may if he’s able to survive his sisters.

This weekend marked his fifth year with our family.  For this first half-decade, he’s gotten along pretty well as the little brother and the super sweet son.  This year he got promoted to big brother and demoted from being the baby in the house(though the boy thing still works in his favor).  Little by little he’s coming into his own-we’ll watch with interest as he creates an identity separate from “brother of 3 sisters”.

But for now, keep the kisses coming little, big man.

“I’m going to be a daddy soon,” said the Boy on the morning of his birthday.