Seventeen!

Seventeen years ago this little Native entered our lives and hearts.  Actually, he'd already entered my heart before he was born if we must be technical.  Our little miracle baby topping in at a whopping 5 pounds.   He was lucky to be 5 pounds when we found out some of the complications that were going on  while I was carrying him.  

No surprise.  Mr. T is a fighter.  He's strong and tough not just physically but mentally and spiritually as well.

Mr. T. has been a source of delight from the very first.  His older brother thought I'd brought him his very own toy from the hospital and set to work making sure he wasn't hungry by shoving crayons in his ears, up his nose, and in his mouth.  When he wasn't trying to feed Mr. T he was putting him in his little Tonka dump truck and wheeling him around or snuggling up and reading a book to Mr. T.

As Mr. T has gotten older his infectious laugh and humor has delighted all.  Mr. T has a great sense of humor.  A few years ago The Native's were out selling cherries.  They were hot and tired.  Mr. T had been on a camping trip with the school.  I told The Native's not to worry.  Mr. T would be home soon and he'd get us all laughing and pick up the pace.  Sure enough, Mr. T came home, made some signs, and started to dance up and down the street.  The sale of the cherries immediately picked up as did his siblings spirits.

Mr. T is a hard worker.  If a task needs to be done he jumps in and looks for things that need to be accomplished without being asked.  I know I can count on Mr. T to see a job finished and he won't stop until everything is done and all have finished.

Happy Birthday Mr. T!  Thank you for choosing our family to come to here on this earth.  We love your twinkly eyes, cheesy grin, and six pack guts so much!