that laugh

After you had your tonsils out last summer, your voice changed.  They were so big that once they were gone, your voice got lighter, crisper.  We loved your voice then, but it's even better now.  You have a little man voice that commands, laughs, teases, plays.  I recorded you laughing last week because I'm convinced it's the very best sound God ever made. Infectious, joyous, hilarious.

We play this ridiculous game called Sneaky Onion.  I take a felted toy onion and croon,"sneaky onion!" while sneaking up on you.  You crack up.  It's ridiculous.  We do this all the time.

You are rough and tumble but soft hearted.  You love to share things.  You like your Kindle, you love silly stories and poop jokes and singing Kung Foo Fighting.  You love to steal my glasses and make me chase you around while you wear them upside down. You are sure of yourself and I am sure of you.

I love the man you are and the man you have potential to be, Luke.

Love,
Mommy