When you were a tiny baby, I started writing you notes every once in a while. Little updates on how many new words you had learned and what your favorite foods were filled up paragraphs; I added adorable photos of you crawling and smearing baby food into your hair.
They all started out with how old (in months) you were. Now that you’re nearly nine, I have no idea how many months old you are. We’ve come a long way, baby.
This summer, you have rocked every millimeter of your 4-foot-6-inch frame. You took home a silver medal from your second karate tournament, and then respectfully announced that you’d like to take a break from the dojo. We said our thank-yous and good-byes to Sensei and Mrs. Jamie, hung your purple belt on the wall, and packed away your gi. There’s a small part of us (your Mom and Dad) that feels sad that you wanted to stop an activity that you’ve enjoyed for so long; but the much bigger part feels so proud that you know yourself so well.
We spent this summer of your ninth year (good grief, can you believe you’ll be NINE in just a couple of months!?) having as much fun as possible. You took tennis lessons and swimming lessons, attended Discovery at Camp Loucon, Vacation Bible School at Settle. We had a trip to Georgia for your Aunt Andrea’s engagement party – and I think our whole family will always fondly remember Jasper (but you can call him “Big Daddy,”) the sweet little frog you tried to bring home who unfortunately perished near the Tennessee border.
In three days, you’re going to enter a school building for the first time as a student. Fourth grade is such a fun year, and I think you’re going to love the whole experience of meeting classmates, working with a teacher, going on field trips, packing your lunches, and honing your skills as a writer and mathematician and scientist.
You’re an amazing kid. I hope I do a good job of communicating that to you every day. You have a great sense of humor and killer timing.
You’re caring and kind, thoughtful and generous. I see so many great things blooming in you, and I’m so proud of you.
I’m going to miss having you around 24/7. You’re fun to be with, you’ve become so independent and so helpful around the house, and you’re a great workout buddy.
I have been praying for this new adventure you’re about to embark upon, and I won’t stop praying for you.
I love you, Jonas, and I always will.