Middle child

Dear Quinten,

You are not forgotten. Sometimes I think as the middle child you're getting the short end of the stick. Your brother has school friends to visit and your sister still requires a lot of my time. You have adapted; playing quietly, absorbing everything, listening, listening, listening. But you are not forgotten.

I look in your amazingly blue eyes and see mischief, intelligence and love. You are a remarkable boy with an incredibly infectious laugh and amazing smile. You have your crazy moments; your defiant yelling "NO", your arms crossed, pouting "I don't want to", and your uncanny knack of turning your listening ears on and off at whim. But that craziness is balanced by your joy of living, of loving your family, of playing hard, and of growing into the fantastic person you are becoming. I love you.