My sweet Max is 10 years old today!!!
I was laying in bed last night thinking of how to describle my Max. Sweet is the best word. He is a quiet boy, with a dash of craziness and giddiness that can come bursting out at any given moment.
He loves to dress in crazy ways. Halloween brings out his creativity. I love seeing what he comes up with. He loves clothes. He loves shoes. He loves little action men that he plays with for hours. He loves the trampoline and trying to be a gymnist. He is a lover of hockey and a hockey star in the making. He plays for the love of the game and to be with his friends.
He is a loyal friend. He is kind, thoughtful and real. That is my Max… real. He cares about others. He is a willing helper. So often he will show up and say “Mommy, can I help you with something?”
He is a great brother. He loves his older brothers, especially when they are being nice. He is a great big brother. So often I hear Josh and Zach seeking him out for help…. “Max…”
He is grateful. He is generous. He is great. He is funny. He is such a delight.
I went into labour 2 minutes before the two minutes of silence. Remembrance Day, 1999. I called Sanj at work. The pains were coming fast and intense.
“Sanj, I need to go to the hospital.” My sweet husband said, “Hold on, Shhh… it is the 2 minutes of silence.”
“SANJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJ!!!!” was my reaction. Since my husband didn’t have to experience the pains of labour, he still had his crazy sense of humor.
Happy Birthday, my sweet Max.
You are a delight.
I love you so much.
I am so glad to be your mommy.
Happy Birthday,Maxwell!