Happy Birthday William

William turned 7 yesterday. I think he's a fine boy and I'm so proud of how he's developing and I'm so curious about how he's going to develop further.

I was driving them back to their mother's place Tuesday night and I apologized for being a little cranky, I'd not had enough sleep. William said, "It's OK dad, I just like to see you." He's so sweet.

I loved the look on his face when he was the lego ninjago dsi game I gave him, he was excited and happy. I gave him and his brother 4 presents each, and the presents will keep rolling. Upcoming is a birthday weekend.

He's doing really well in school, he's a reader, who sounds things out and expands his ability. I think I posted a photo of him walking and reading here, he liked to read so much he was walking and reading. He's kind to people, and thoughtful. I'll never forget the story of his encouraging others in Kindergarten. They were preparing for a show and people were nervous and he complimented someone, gave them encouragement and it shifted the whole energy of the room. I love to see him running around and his curiosity about the world.

The day he was born, I remember my ear stopped up, I couldn't hear out of my left ear. I remember the scare when his mother's heart rate didn't come up, after the Cesarean, and the nurse was afraid she was bleeding. She was OK, but it was scary for a moment there. I remember Diana's face when they were performing the Cesarean on her, she was so excited. I remember being lucky, not finding a job for 6 months and spending day after day with him. I remember how happy she was to hold him, how happy I was to hold him. The wonder of it all. The nurses kept saying, "this is your first child?" like you wouldn't be so into it after that. I remember Andres as well, and look forward to his birthday to reminisce.

I love you William. Happy Birthday. I write this blog as a document of your childhood. I hope you like it when you get older.