“Behold, children are a heritage from the Lord….” Psalm 127:3
Yay, I finally get to sit down and tippity tap on the keyboard, I’ve been wanting to all day because my heart is full. (with motherly feelings) Birthdays always make me sentimental and Jacob turned 17 today.
What my heart wants to say is…..I’m grateful for my son and who he is. He is becoming an independent young man, and yet has a sentimental heart for his home and family, too. I love him deeply.
*Seventeen – to – Eighteen* will be an important year, more learning, more growing, enjoying the last days of childhood.
He likes to read and still makes time to enjoy a good book, even though many times I will see him reading on the couch one minute, and sound asleep the next. (growing boy + school and sports = exhaustion)
His Literature class read “The Raven” by Edgar Allan Poe this year and it effected him….he liked the poem so much that he read it to us during a Ravens football game (Gma and Gpa were here, too). As soon as he finished it up we looked at the TV and saw a real live raven on the screen. He requested a complete copy of Poe’s works for Christmas.
`Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!’ I shrieked upstarting –
`Get thee back into the tempest and the Night’s Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken! – quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!’
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.’ (stanza 17)
Jacob is an artist.
he has a collection of works to be framed
He likes his things to be in order.
He recently organized all of their legos. Every single brick. Which is why he is sitting on bricks in that picture up there.
Now that the legos are organized (he even pulled stuff out of the recycling bin to use as containers…the dog cannot stay away from the lego-filled ice cream carton) the brothers are busy putting together their old lego sets (they have kept the directions, thankfully).
It seems like just a week ago he was a baby and I was a first time mama. Everything that my baby son was and did made such a deep impression upon me. I remember quiet days tending to my baby. I saved a lot of his little clothes, including the ones he wore in this picture:
And I still have this little hat.
Someone asked what it was like to have a seventeen year old son. Honestly, it’s wonderful. Year after year we have enjoyed him.
(his 3rd year was questionable, however) male toddlers are a challenge.
17 year olds are GREAT. Ours makes us laugh and helps out around the house (he actually likes to clean). He adds unique Jacobness to the family atmosphere, fills our lives with music and art, books, and legos. Doctor Who, football, and wrestling. He adds the best songs to our playlists. And if that isn’t enough, he eats half the food in the house each week, himself. (joking, sort of)
Jacob requested a lego set for his birthday. It took about 6 hours for him to complete it.
THE TOWER OF ORTHANC, 2359 pieces
“It’s the coolest thing ever. It’s like, perfect. It took me a while, it’s a pretty massive project.”
I love the mushroom on the Ent.
“It’s so detailed, too. It’s insane.”
Happy Birthday Jacob! We are about to eat pizza and have birthday cake.
“This is the day which the Lord has made; We will rejoice and be glad in it.” Psalm 118:24