My baby is TWENTY!


And I am sure that he is probably tired of me calling him my baby.

But he is.

My youngest son, was born in his own sweet time, weighing a whopping 9lbs 2 oz. He was a sweet and stubborn baby that has become a...

.....sweet yet stubborn man.

His Grandpa said he was the baby that would sit and watch the world go by. And he was content doing it.


He had the most beautiful blue eyes until he was 10 months old and then they changed to a deep, gorgeous hazel.


He never bothered to talk much, until he was over 2 and then spoke in complete sentences.


He learned to ride a bike without training wheels at barely 3 years old, because his big brother did.

He was notorious for bringing a 300-500 page book home the night before the book report was due, and pull an all nighter, and reads the book, and then write the paper. At 9, 10, 11 years old. And he'd always get a good grade. Go figure, I guess procrastination sometimes pays off!
He is a whiz at math.

He has always loved our dogs. (Which is why Bogey still lives here)

He has had literally hundreds of stitches in 20 years of life.


He is quiet unless he has something he wants to say.

He has a HUGE heart for missions.

He is faithful.
As a son, as a child of God, as a brother.


He likes to go caving. In his room. In the basement. Until someone lures him out, he is content to be just him.

He IS STILL my baby and as his wise 3 year old sister says, "That RyRy, he is such a SWEET BOY!"


HAPPY BIRTHDAY RYRY!!




Comments

  1. La Dolce VitaFebruary 16, 2008 at 4:23 PM

    What a nice post. Happy birthday to him!

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  2. HennHouseFebruary 17, 2008 at 10:20 AM

    Congratulations--to you AND to him. I'm sure you hear it a lot, but you have a beautiful family.

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  3. AnonymousFebruary 18, 2008 at 10:50 AM

    Happy Birthday, Ryan! We were thinking of you on Saturday and hoped that you had a great party. With love, your Sterling, VA friends!

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  4. AnneFebruary 25, 2008 at 3:03 PM

    Okay, I was also going to say that he is the one who hid the plastic spiders in the pile of diapers...but you've probably blocked that out by now :)
    Sorry I've been so out of touch, and I hope all is going well
    Ciao and love from Italy

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