Tater is Ten!

It has happened. The last of our children is now in the double digits.

Tater may have been born talking. I can't remember. Even if we couldn't understand everything he was saying, he was definitely communicating. At one point, I realized that his whole countenance acquired a sort of glow when all of his people were together. At around five months old, I began so suspect that he may have an extroverted bent. And then we realized that he was actually an über-extrovert! Boy never meets a stranger, and will go out of his way to meet people he's never met! At least three playdates a week in the summer-- with different friends-- keeps him happy.

Tater is a mama's boy, and I get the best cuddles from him! I can never leave the house without him running after me for a "bye-bye hug and kiss" during which he recites "Bye, I love you, miss you; remember all the things I never say." Hehe! He is a little compulsive about which cheek New Daddy and I are allowed to kiss. Come to think of it, he's a daddy's boy, too! He's up for anything and everything, as long as it involves his people. He still pretends he's our baby; since he is that in the family, I guess we're going to let it go as long as he wants it to.

Most importantly, Tater is sensitive to the Holy Spirit and loves to talk about God and the Word. Anytime we want to sit down and read the Bible to him or tell him a story, he is so eager to soak it in. He loves to be in the presence of the Lord. What a precious gift.

Here are ten years of Tater in photographs!