Dear Christopher

I am posting your birthday letter a day late. That's what happens when you are a grown up and one of your children is sick. Things you want to do get left undone while you focus on the sick one. You have had your share of illness over your 9 years, way more than your share. Yet, I can thankfully say it has now been over a year since you were last hospitalized desperately ill with asthma. You are growing, albeit slowly and have finally outgrown your size 4 jeans. Woo HOO! I have heard people complain about their children outgrowing clothing; I understand; but for me it brings me joy when you outgrow something.

Hopefully, this next year will bring great changes when insurance approves growth hormone for you. It will increase your appetite and strengthen your bones. The benefits far outweigh the side effect possibilities. We promise that we will always do what is best for you. If side effects become to much, then we will stop. BUT...we want to give you a chance to catch up with your classmates. They TOWER over you! Yet, there you are with your sunny, happy self not letting it stop you. You have amazing perseverance.

Your faith is so strong, so vibrant and so bright. Your compassion for others is precious. You are the type of son and parent would want. You are obedient and respectful. While you do have your moments, you do love to please others and obey. You do get into mischief or cantankerous from time to time. And I see glimpse of teen attitude from time to time as well. You my son make my heart smile.

You are a great big brother. Your sisters adore you and you adore them. You would protect them at all costs.

I have watched you grow in spirit and character this year far more than physical growth. Your bright mind sometimes gets ahead of you and your mouth too, but you try. Watching you in karate is amazing. You are serious and focused.

We love you son. You are a gift from God. He has great and mighty things planned for you. God has a purpose and a call on your life that even Daddy and I can not understand. Run the race my son. Keep fighting for God and what's right. Keep living life with the positive view you have. Keep believing in others and having compassion. Most of all Keep on loving Jesus the way that you do.

God bless you my darling son. WE love you.
Happy 9th Birthday
Mommy and Daddy