Thirteen Reasons Why I Love Justin
(in honor of his 13th Birthday!!)
1. Justin is the best snuggler in the family!
2. Justin is a hard worker in school and sports.
3. He loves babies and is so cute with them.
4. He loves to ask me questions and then listens to all my crazy stories or we end up having a very interesting discussion in the car while we are driving.
5. Justin is ticklish. (so fun for me)
6. He has kind, brown eyes.
7. He doesn't complain about what I make for dinner (even if he doesn't like it).
8. He gives great foot and back rubs.
9. Justin takes time to teach his little brother things.
10. He always comes home from school and does his homework right away.
11. He has fuzzy hair. (I would choose for it to be longer, but it is fun to rub when it is short:)
12. Justin is fun to be around.
13. He still kisses me and or hugs me good-bye each day.
He came into this world quickly compared to some of his siblings. He then proceeded to drive me mad for the next 4 years, but those brown eyes melted me every time. Granddad told me that if I just steered my stubborn boy in the right direction that he would end up great. We must have done something right because I think he is awesome! I truly love spending time with him and I am so proud of the leader, friend, student and athlete he has grown up to be.
Happy Birthday my boy!!!
6 comments:
Justin is the "all American" boy (with some Canadian mixed in). We are so proud of him--he is a natural leader.
Happy Birthday! I tried to call, but the boy was at practice! Love you!
What a great picture and tribute to our teen. He certainly has become a wonderful boy/man. Your grandma loves you.
I forgot it was the big 13 for him! Duh.
Happy Birthday JUSTIN!
we love him too!
I'm not gonna lie...we were right there with ya in worrying about your stubborn boy!!!! But you have done something right because he is such a cutie!!!! Happy Birthday Justin! We love you!!!! ps--tell him now that he's getting old enough he's going to have to find a way to pay me back for those looooooooong afternoons of babysitting him and listening to him cry and cry and cry and cry and cry and...well, you get the idea. You were there too, after all. Hahahahaha!
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