Ooops... I forgot about my blog again. Well, here's a post? Today Papa Bear came home with a gigantic stack of papers, including his thoughts on ...
1. His Comanche Name: "Man that likes Red Soxs" because he likes Red Sox.
2. What he's thankful for:
"I am thankful for my food, because without it I would starve all day. I am thankful for my Dad, because he plays with me a lot. I am thankful for my Mom, because she makes the food. I am thankful for my sister, because she plays with me a lot. I am thankful for my brother because he plays with me a lot. I am thankful for my life, because without it I would not exist on the world."
It's just about 2 months away from 9 years from when we got pregnant with Papa Bear, being a couple of teenagers crazy enough to think that if they worked hard enough, and loved hard enough that they could be a family and that it would be worth whatever it took to get there. I look back on ourselves then and smile, and know that those crazy, idealistic people too young to know any "better" were right.
Papa Bear, we're thankful for your life, too, and our lives are so much richer and better for your existence. Selfishly, we're glad to be able to see your happy smile, to watch how loving you are with all of your brothers and sisters, to read the papers that you bring home from school with you, and to know that you are our son. We are so proud of you, and we love you.
And that's the reason of the week for Why We're Going to Have 50 Gazillion Kids.