|December 2014, 5 years old|
Goodness gracious sakes alive! Gabriel is already FIVE!
Time flies. Five years ago today, I had my first child, a 6lb, 5oz wrinkly, red, skinny baby boy who stopped crying as soon as he was laid on his mother’s chest.
We love him so much. He can write his name. He likes pizza, oatmeal, broccoli, cookie cake, juice, cars, planes, pirates and anything that shoots stuff. He asks me to rub his back and sing to him every night before bed. One of his top love languages is definitely touch. Along with words of affirmation. He is incredibly thoughtful. He will hear me tell his sisters that they need a spoon, and he will go and grab one for me before I even know it. He says sweet things like, ‘Mom, you are sweet like a grandma” and “Mom, your hair looks like Elsa today!” (I pin my long hair up a lot). He can be discouragingly unremorseful and then amazingly eager to please the very next moment. He shares a room with his little sister, Faith, and they go to bed and wake up giggling and talking in funny voices and singing bits of songs from church or Frozen.