This boy is 11...

 That little face. That little furrowed brow. The strength with which that boy tried to stay inside my warm, cozy tummy. I'm fairly confident of the conditions of my tummy because of how long (and hard) I pushed to usher his sweet face into this world.

Oh my, we look so young. Oh my, my eyes are so swollen. Ah, yes. The joys of motherhood and childbirth. And honestly, I cannot complain. I only pushed an hour once he was ready to come out. I know many people push much longer than that. And still, my eyes were swollen for days. 

Thankfully his little cone-shaped head did not stay that way for long. 

And to think that he has been alive for 11 years.  He is precious. He is happy. He is delightful. He is inquisitive. He is the most curious child I think I have ever known, and certainly he is the most curious of our family.

He is kind, energetic. He goes non-stop. From the moment he wakes up, his only speed is fast.

Son:
"Mom, do you think I could be a good computer programmer?"

Me:
"Yes, I think you can do anything you set your mind to. You'll have to work very hard at whatever you decide."

Son:
"Do you think I could be an attorney?"

Me:
"Yes, absolutely. Whatever God wants you to be, you should be that. You should do that."

And of all the kids, he asks the most questions, by far. So many in fact, that I have to limit him to a certain number per day.

No joke. Because at some point each day I run out of answers that make sense. Not because I don't know the answer, but because my brain stops each day like a punch clock.

Oh, sweet boy, you are a delight. And I'm so thankful God chose to begin with you.