The Little Big Man Who's Not So Little

 

Jake. Our resident hit man, taking care of unruly trash cans at every turn. He had a birthday...in June...um, that would be over two months ago.

He does crazy things like taking self-portraits with my camera. Thankfully, he's not the type to lament in his autobiography how lame it was that I took over two months to post his birthday photos. It was a significant birthday, too. The big 15.

The Hunt. Scavenger Hunt that is.

When my Beloved celebrated a milestone of a birthday, I decided to make it special with a scavenger hunt. Ink loved the idea so much he wanted one for his 15th birthday. So now, the family tradition is that on your 15th birthday, we play a guessing game and enjoy riding around in our van together for several hours.:)

God gave Jake lots of "happy genes." He's one of the lighthearted souls of our Clan, always making us laugh. He has the best Batman voice ever. And he likes reading Puritan paperbacks. Gotta love it.

He's Cap'n's favorite guy. He's a kid at heart, and his playfulness is a welcome trait in a house with so many Littles. He's going to make a fantastic Daddy.

He likes the simpler things in life. Like a good hat. A good book. An action-packed movie. And mega bags of Sour Patch Kids candy. I have a feeling he might add cigars to that list of simple things one day. The hat just makes me think so, and his love for Spurgeon.

He never cared for the piano, thwarting my ideal that all of our children would learn piano first. Instead, he's a guitar-man. And we love to hear him play.

He's got a southern man's taste for fried foods, sweet tea, and apple anything. He thinks I know how to cook. And bread? Oh yes. He inherited my bread-loving genes.

He loves the outdoors and throwing knives and tossing footballs. 

He even passed the Dollar Tree test, managing to buy all his siblings a gift within the allotted time on his scavenger hunt.

He has amazing self-control. Here he opens his Justin Bieber birthday card and restrains from puking all over the car. Justin even sang to him and told him how special he is.

Thank you for your patience, my son. I have no excuse for not having done this post in a timely manner. You have often forgiven me for greater offenses, and for that, I am deeply grateful. We thank God for the pleasure and joy you bring to our family. May God Himself always be your greatest joy, and may you love Him with all your heart, soul, mind, and strength all the days of your life.

We love you.

Love,
Mommy for All