My dear middle child….You turned 9 years old this past week and NO one can believe your only 9. You were strong from the start. You may have arrived in this world butt first but you have never done ANYTHING backwards since then.

You were/are my miracle baby. I wasn’t supposed to even be able to have you and along you came. Even after they thought you weren’t going to make it at birth-you fought hard and are here today.

You are my jock AND brain. You LOVE sports and you LOVE math. Both equally excellent in both. You are stubborn and smart. You LOVE to argue to a fault.

You are the “voice of reason” when it comes to doing something that just might be a bit dangerous but will concede and give it a try only after your little sister has already said or done what you thought was to scary to do.

You are a awesome helper and love to do “jobs”…You also adore the financial reward of a task performed for cash. You enjoy video games and the computer but will most likely be caught playing outside riding your bike or walking your new dog Ollie.

You crave the approval of your big brother. You protect your little sister. Happy Birthday my dear Brian. I love you very much. You are a child I am proud to call mine…not just because you may pick my home someday but because of the man I can see you becoming.