he and i rescued each other six years ago.
he is stinky and occasionally whiny.
he has been known to eat some ridiculously disgusting things
and is notorious for sneaking up on the sofa.
but he is incredibly sweet, gentle, loving, genuine, loyal.
he is handsome too. (i am pretty sure he knows it - he gets compliments every time we are out).
he was my first baby boy,
my first true love.
it did not take long for ryan to fall for him too.
max is seven today and every bit as youthful as the first time I laid eyes on him
(p.s. i was absolutely terrified).
we have had so much fun together.
max had a big adjustment to make when baby brother came along.
he was jealous at first - but patient and curious.
and after oliver started eating on his own, dropping half of his food to the floor, max and his baby brother became fast friends. i love it when he sneaks into oliver's room at night to sleep on the rug next to the crib. it is the sweetest.
happy birthday to a very loved baby boy.