This is the third “I Can’t Believe You’re Seven” birthday blog I’ve written, and my heart can hardly take it. I’ve been mostly okay writing Jett’s previous birthday blogs and mostly okay embracing the fact he’s another year older. Until now. I mean….I’m okay. And, I LOVE exactly where he is, who he is, and every single thing these seven years of learning and growing have given him. But, seven seems not so little anymore. SEVEN SEEMS SO BIG AND GROWN AND SELF-SUFFICIENT. Seven is realizing that these tender, amazing years of raising little ones are quickly becoming these heart-wrenching, amazing years of coaching and guiding three incredible expressions of God in the earth. And, the fact that God has entrusted me to nurturing and guiding three remarkable beings makes me want to shout “THANK YOU, JESUS FOR THIS LIFE WITH THESE PEOPLE!” My heart pours out gratitude. Because, being their mom is my greatest joy.
I have loved every single second with Jett Takle. He is the third, the baby, the one who can convince to me buy the Oreo Blizzard (and eat the Oreo Blizzard.) The one who can leave rocks and Lego minifigures in his pockets and make me smile every time I pull them out of the dryer. The one who can say, “Can I snuggle with you?” and melt my heart in two seconds flat. The one who can almost convince me to do whatever his little heart desires. Almost.
And, the amazing thing about all of this? The other three people in this house pretty much feel the same way about this youngest spark of light and joy living down the hall.
Jett Takle, you make ALL of our hearts melt.
There are so many things I love about you and your FUN self.
I love how you can break out into a dance at any given moment if you think it will make us laugh.
I love how you say, “Hot tubbbbbb, hot tubbbbbb. Oh, how’s that hot tubbbb lifeee?” We don’t even know where it came from, but you do it every single time it’s hot tub time, and it makes us all smile so big.
I love how you’ve made it your daily goal to make me laugh every single day. Not once. Not twice. But THREE times. It’s just your thing. And, you count every time until you hit three.
I love how you tell me, “Mom, I looovvveeee your laugh.”
I love how even at seven years old, EVERYTHING is still so amazing. Please, don’t ever lose that. Don’t ever stop being in awe of how beautiful everything is. How intricate and unique every detail is in all of the things around you. Keep the wonder. I will help you fan those flames.
I love how you have named Pastor Will and Jenny “Paw-Paw and Nanny.” Who knows where you come up with these things. But, I love that you recognize the village around you and how loved you are.
I love how you LOVE to read. I love that it compliments and fuels your incredible imagination.
I love how you love Legos and can put them together with both determination and commitment.
I love how it takes you a long time to let me throw away your collection of empty boxes, because “they are special.”
I love that you love going to bed as much as I do. Seriously, I do.
I love how you love to be prayed for every night.
I love how you loved Bigmama and hugged her every time you saw her.
I love how you love all of your grandparents and think they are hilarious and perfect.
I love how you especially think everything your Far-Far does is hilarious. And, how you think Cathy knows “every single thing” about animals.
I love how you think nobody bakes better cookies than Farmor.
I love how you love fishing with your Ga-Ga. And, I love how you yell, “NANNNN!!!! And run to her every single time you see her.
I love how you love working with your daddy on the farm.
I love how you think John Henry is the coolest guy you’ve ever seen and light up when he wants to shoot hoops with you.
I love how you love your sister and still call her “Sissy.”
I love how you make me appreciate every second of being a mother.
You are a gift to this family, Jett Takle. You are a gift to the world. You have enlightened the way we look at everything these past seven years. I cannot wait to watch the years ahead unfold for you. They will be amazing. Because, YOU are amazing.
Happy 7th Birthday, Jett Man.
I love you so very much.
2 responses to “Oh, Jett Man. Can You Slow Time, Please?”
😭😭😭😭beautifully written… tears!
Love how you express your love to your children. Dusty you are an awesome mom to this wonderful child named Jett!