He made me a mom

Every year on my kid's birthday's I write them a letter. One more year of their life as seen through their mother's eyes. Just telling them about what they've done, who've they've become, the role they've played in our family the past year, and how much they mean to me. Now that I've started blog journaling, I thought about posting their letters here but then I decided to keep their letters just between them and me, I think it will be more meaningful that way.

However, since it is Bryson's birthday, I will write a post honoring him today! Happy 11th, dude!
(Notice I have your favorite song playing just for you, Paralyzer by Finger Eleven.)

Bryson is my firstborn. He's the one that gave me my most honored title, mom. And for that, he will always have his own special little place in my heart.

In addition to having all the stereotypical traits of an oldest child, here are just a couple of my favorite things about him:

His ability to connect with people. He makes friends so easily and has an appreciation for all their differences.
He is up for anything.
His desire to be good and make wise choices.
He has the best laugh. I love hearing him laugh!
He also has a great smile.
He has a very forgiving heart (what a gift!)
He is so laid back, just like his dad. He just goes with the flow.
All of his great thoughts and analogies!
These are just a couple "Bryson-isms" I've written down in the past few years that I thought were fitting for his birthday...

"I feel sorry for kids born in the middle of their family like Carson & Kendall. They’re like the ham & cheese and me & Camdon are like the bread, they’re just squished in the middle…..(sigh) well, at least I’m on top."

"It’s your own fault if you’re not the oldest in your family, you should have been faster and pushed your way out first. Like me, I run faster than Carson that’s why I came out first, I’m faster."

He's going to be a great philosopher someday....

Oh my gosh, I love you Bryson....Happy Birthday.