Friday, February 10, 2012

Where there's a Will there's a way!

Hey Peeps—

I love February.  It’s close to March, which means the weather is going to start warming up a bit, and I will be wearing my long underwear less and less.   It does mean I’ll have to start shaving my legs again, and preparing my best feature (my feet) for spring footwear.  You may be wondering how you “prepare” your feet for spring, as if it’s not a real thing, but trust me, it’s a lot of work.  You have to make sure your dry heels are moisturized nightly.  Also, if there are any signs of fungus under the toenails, you must apply anti-fungal ointment.  Personally, I don’t have bunions, but if you do, you might want to consider shaving those babies off, just out of common courtesy.  Lastly, and perhaps most important, begin looking for cute sandals in which to display all your hard work. 

I also like February because it’s when our youngest child Will celebrates a birthday.  From the very start, Will was a complete shocker—we’re one of those couples who had thought life was heading one way and then boom, there’s two lines on that stick, and next thing you know, you’re outnumbered.  Each one of our children have a unique story of arrival into our lives, and each one is loved deeply by Billy and I.  We are blessed beyond what we could ever have asked or imagined, and we thank God for His goodness. 

The thing about Will is that you never know exactly what you’re going to get. I’ve tried to pigeon-hole who he is, and no matter what I say about the kid, he goes and says or does something that completely takes me by surprise.  He’s the type of person that feels emotions deeply, speaks truthfully, and gives 110% to everything he is doing.  He has Billy’s kind heart, and my “delicate stomach”.  If you need a good laugh, come over and watch Wipeout with Will—I swear he thinks that is the funniest show in the world, and you can’t help but belly laugh right along with him. 

He’s not perfect however, and there are days I’m not sure what to do with the kid. The other night he lost his one of his front teeth.  At first he was screaming cause he was climbing on a chair and he’d whacked his mouth.  He came upstairs bloody and crying and I began my usual, “Well, that’s what happens when you climb on furniture” speech, with little sympathy.  Then he said he felt his tooth was gone.  Lucky for him, it had been very loose, and the chair just ushered it out sooner than later.  Unfortunately for him, in all the chaos of falling and blood dripping on my carpet, we think Will swallowed the tooth. 

Faith, the ever supportive sister,  told Will that “it was okay to swallow a tooth, and that the Tooth Fairy would still bring him a buck.”  Together they went upstairs and wrote a letter to the aforementioned fairy and put it next to our bed.  It read, “Dear Josh, I accidently swallowed my tooth.  But please give me money cause I accidently swallowed it”.  Faith wrote it, but Will signed it.  We have no idea where the name  “Josh” came from and we aren’t sure we want to know. 

The next morning Billy went in to get Will up for school.  He walked in and said, “Hey buddy, it’s time to get up”.  Will looked dejected as he was sitting on his bed and said, “Don’t mind me, I’m just waiting for the Tooth Fairy—that NEVER came”.  Billy frantically tried to explain the Tooth Fairy may have run into some traffic and to check again after breakfast.  Lucky for Will, Josh came through with four quarters.  We threw a few more into the “therapy jar”  just for good measure.

And the fun doesn’t stop there, although you may wish it had.  The other day while I was sitting in class, I received a text from Billy that read, “Did the school call you?  Will stuck his finger in a hole and they had to call the fire department to come get it out.  He’s fine, didn’t cry and back in class”.  I sat there trying to focus on the five stages of grief, all the while wondering what in the world would make my little boy think that it was a good idea to stick his finger in a hole.  I guess it was just there.  And his finger seemed like the right size for it.  And it looked interesting.  So he tried it.  And it got stuck. 

We would like to extend a special thanks to Miss Shelly, Mrs. Hose, and the Westminster Fire Department for keeping Will calm and happy!  You people are wonderful!

Tonight when I tucked him in, I made sure he had all his digits.  He did.  And I’m so glad.  And this month as he turns 7, I’ll reflect again on how he’s changed our lives, added abundance to our family, and gives us a reason to laugh until our sides ache.