My Frat Boy

My friends call my oldest son The Frat Boy. I can't argue with them. He's rambunctious and loud and always the life of the party. When we go to the park, he runs up to kids he's never met and asks them to play. To him, a stranger is a simply a friend that he hasn't met yet. I love his unbridled enthusiasm and zest for life. He feels emotions so deeply. When he is happy, he is bursting with glee.  He shrieks with excitement and squeals with joy. His giggle is infectious.  When he is mad, watch out!  He's a pistol!

Carter is energy personified.  He has one speed: turbo charged.  He is determined and stubborn.  When he sets his mind to something, he cannot rest until it is done.  I have no doubt that he will be a great leader someday, but it is a challenge day to day to teach and discipline my feisty little person.

My prayer for him is that he never loses that spark. I hope he will always attack life with such with such vigor and passion.  I hope that he is always so unselfconscious and proud of the incredible person he is. 

Happy Birthday Carter!