Eleven years ago my heart was healed when my second child was born. I had a miscarriage before being pregnat with Justin and was afraid I wouldn't have any more children, but God blessed us with Justin. He is so creative, so full of life, has so much character and always keeps us on our toes. He wrote the book on being the middle child. I'm the baby and so is Bryan so we don't really understand this middle child thing and we don't tend to be too compassionate to his cause which probably just adds to the situation. I see so much of myself in him and I am constantly reminded that I still have a lot of work to do. He is rarely satisfied with what he has, always wants more, is always asking for more, wants a better explanation, wants it done his way. See, I told you he reminds me of myself.
He comes up with these great characters and will dress up and act the part. He does get shy when I try to take a picture or record any of it. I just want everyone else to share in the joy. He makes me laugh so much when he's in character and he constantly amazes me with his artwork and creativity. He can be very resourceful when he needs to be and often times he'll come up with some pretty cool costumes that he designs and makes out of cardboard, duct tape and paint. He loves to play with his legos but that seems pretty common among boys his age. He'll get a lego set, come home and put it together in record time. It'll stay that way for a while and then slowly migrate to the lego bin. Eventually he'll create something new out of the pieces. He loves to get the lego figures and found a website where he can order all the little accessories for the figures. That's what he wanted for his birthday so he made a list after spending days online perusing numerous websites. He also wanted a rubix cube cake. Sounds simple enough right? No. It was so hard to frost because the colors kept running together when they would touch. I accidentally added too many lines but everyone liked the cake, especially Justin and that's what matters. We just had a small party with the kids from our writing co-op since they were going to be here anyway on his birthday. They had a great time but of course it wasn't enough.