So 7 years ago today I went into labor after a pedicure and a castor oil root beer float. I did what I had to do. If he didn’t come before Friday the 6th I had a c-section scheduled and I didn’t want a c-section. So 7 years ago I, for the first time and with my third child finally went into labor naturally at home, well as natural as I could manage.
I didn’t really want him to come out. I knew it was my last pregnancy. I knew life as we knew it was gonna change. But I didn’t want that c-section and I heard that you really can’t stay pregnant forever.
After a fairly quick, painless (haha, just kidding) labor at 12:13 AM on February 5th 2009 Oliver Isaac Steven came into our world and changed everything. For the best!
Here we are 7 years later and ever since December 26th all we have heard about was this day’s arrival. I just emailed his teacher these words “as I am sure you are painfully aware, tomorrow is Oliver’s birthday. What time can I bring snacks” She emailed me back “Thanks for the laugh”. This boy has made his birthday known to anyone and everyone he meets!
Just last week he took his gift request to our friends/neighbors house and showed him what he wanted on Amazon, walked away and came back a few minutes later and asked, “so did you buy that yet?” It was something for $150!
His guest list is huge, his gift list is huge. I wish I could say he is one of those kids that said instead of giving me gifts send all the money to an orphanage. And maybe we will get there. But not this year. Not at 7.
I had another friend ask me to clarify his gift as he requested to her daughter. I clarified and she said thanks, you never know with Oliver, he dreams big 🙂 and that got me right in the heart, in a good way. He does dream big. He does everything big. He lives large and he is only 7.
Sad things break his heart, funny things make his sides ache, owies hurt him more than they probably should, he lives life to the fullest and almost always with a smile. Unless someone or something died in a movie. Or he fell. Or someone hurt his feelings. Ha! He is just one of my most favorite people in this world.
He has it all figured out at 7. He is a quirky kid, he isn’t a “boys boy” and probably won’t have a professional athletic future, but whatever the future does hold, it’s big.
He loves his family and it is so obvious. Last weekend we were all walking around an outdoor mall area and we saw a bunch of princesses standing outside a restaurant (I am serious, like Cinderella, Jasmine, etc) and I said “Oliver want to take your picture with those princesses?” He said “No, I don’t like princesses, except for Lily. I love Lily” he genuinely thinks Lily is a princess. I remember him saying a very similar sentence when he was 4 and he still doesn’t waiver from Lily’s princess title.
Also last week during football he was on the bench with a couple other kids, those kids were jumping over water bottles and Oliver said to the kids jumping over water bottles, “My parents didn’t pay good money for us to jump over water bottles”. He’s that kid. He may never be super popular sporty guy, but he sure is funny. He loves me to read to him every night and he loves to read to himself. He loves school and he loves his friends. He has more girl friends than boy friends but plays great with everyone. He is just easy to be around and so easy to love. I can’t believe tomorrow he will be 7. My heart aches a little when I see baby pictures of him. I just can’t believe how they just keep growing up. {Sigh}
Happy Birthday sweet boy, I am so glad God gave us you!
Calm Amongst the Chaos 