Yep; another birthday here in our household. It was… interesting having them 2 days apart when they both lived at home. Two cakes, two presents, two birthday dinners. It still feels kind of strange having him be the only one having a birthday at home in January now. The boy whom I thought would be my last is fifteen today.
Yep, once upon a time, I thought Zachie was going to be my last child, my baby. I hadn’t planned on any more. And there are times that shows lol. He is the quintessential youngest child in many ways. He is the one who goes to his siblings when they are home visiting and shows such signs of youngest child hero worship that it is both funny and heart tugging to watch. He is also the one who manages to annoy said siblings because he wants so much to be a grown up like them that he bugs them until they hide .
He is an honor roll student who gets bored easily at school because his work there comes easy to him. He is the young man who would happily spent 15 hours a day in front of the X- Box his older brother gave him and Jordan for Christmas. Unfortunately for him, momma is strict about that. He is the one who has had to grow up too fast in so many ways due to having a brother two years older than him biologically who will always be younger than him mentally and emotionally. He has had to take on responsibilities that people twice his age would balk at and he does them well, rarely complaining about having to be a sometimes caretaker for someone older than him. He makes me proud.
He is also a total and complete doofus as the above picture attests hehe. He is the child who is always trying to make people laugh and has inherited his mothers sarcastic sense of humor. Unfortunately for him, that same sense of humor in him tends to come off as 15 year old smart alec at times and gets him in trouble but I figure that with time and wisdom that will get better.
He wants to go to UK (University of Kentucky) when he gets out of high school. That or join the military first then go to college. He is a walking bundle of plans and dream, hopes and grins. He is moody one minute, then laughing and giving me a hug the next. He may not be my youngest anymore but he’ll always be one of my babies. Happy birthday Zachie man. I love you.