Little C,
You've been fifteen for almost six months and this post is being written closer to your next birthday than your last. But let's not think about you being sixteen quite yet. That gives me a small anxiety attack.
Not that you being fifteen doesn't bring on a small one as well. Every year you get older the closer you get to leaving and that's hard for my mom heart to handle. I just like you so much. Everyone warned us about the teenage years, but you haven't made it hard in the typical ways. I keep telling The Beloved that we should be thankful for your little slip ups because one day we may have a teenager that makes way big mistakes and we'll be missing these easier days.
Your birthday was on a Sunday this year and it happened days before we moved to UT so we were still living with Buckabu and Papa. The Saturday night before your birthday Sister Moody (your best friend Dallin's mom) threw a party for you. She invited all of the Miamaids and Teachers from the ward and spoiled you with pizza, homemade desserts, and love. Moving away from the Moody's was rough. They're like the most outgoing, the most fun family in the world, and they treated you like one of their own. We will always be thankful for their dependable love and support.
On your actual birthday we serenaded you with birthday songs and showered you with gifts. You received two tickets to go to a Jazz vs. Rockets game (which you were kind of like - I hate the Rockets, but it's still cool. P.S.You were happier at Christmas with your Jazz vs. Warriors tickets :) and hoodies. For your birthday breakfast all you wanted was lumpy mush which is the simplest request. Thanks for making it so easy. I like to tease your younger siblings that Little C is my favorite to cook for on his birthday - Lumpy mush for breakfast, PB&J for lunch, and macaroni and cheese for dinner. Perfecto!
In the evening you went and hung out with your dad where you were spoiled some more. You are so blessed to have so many people that love you!
...I'm still not sure why we had to move away from so many of them.
It was a hard decision to make and an easy one at the same time. Easy because the spirit so strongly confirmed to us (The Beloved and I) that this was the right course, and hard because I knew it broke your heart. You had amazing friends, you were doing well in school, you were doting on a girl at school who doted right back (even though that's blah to the blah), and you were happy. Parents love to see their children happy.
I look forward to seeing what the Lord has in store for you here. I think there may have been some kids in UT who needed you. Kids that were friendless, that needed a dependable basketball buddy and friend. I think maybe your siblings needed you more too. Since our move your relationships with them have strengthened and they know you better.You are a strong young man and are filled with goodness. Parents still say the same thing to me that they did when you were little, "He's a good kid."
You have a strong relationship with your Papa. When we lived there he woke up early almost every morning to take you to school. Not because he had to but because he wanted to. From the day you were born he's been concerned about your welfare and has taken it upon himself to be your guardian and teacher. During one of your basketball games this season he suggested to the ref that one of his calls was poor. Papa wasn't even yelling, but the ref was on a rampage and had already kicked out one grandpa from the stands, and so after Papa's remarks he kicked him out as well. You ran to Papa's defense and tried to convince the ref to reverse his call, but to no avail. The ref then proclaimed the game was over 3 minutes early. It was a crazy uproar, but Papa was more concerned afterward that he hadn't been a good example to you, and placed no blame on the ref. He loves you so much. He calls you Carson the Kid, Kid Carson, or sometimes just The Kid. You guys are pals.
You received your recommend to receive your patriarchal blessing last Sunday. You arranged with the patriarch for the actual blessing to take place August 12th. This is my anniversary and your righteous desires are the perfect gift. Thank you for this.
Thanks for sharing my love of basketball even if you don't let me talk when the Warriors are down. Like, for real, no one can speak, and if we do the look of death shuts us up real quickly. Thanks for not loving Lebron. I think you know that would be too much for my soul and thank you for believing in me when I say Michael Jordan is the best player of all time. You do believe me, right? ;)
I love you and enjoy you so much Little C! I'm so thankful that Heavenly Father knew I needed you!
Love,
Mom
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| At the Moody's |
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| Lumpy mush birthday breakfast. |
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| Your sweatshirt from Buckabu and Papa. |
We freaking love you! Happy Birthday!
Photos that I love - and that I'm sure you'll be happy I posted.
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| Wearing your little brother's dress up glasses from his doctor case. You're hilarious! |
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| Hard at work. |
You were anti-haircut for a minute -
And that's when this awesome ponytail exposed itself.
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| Doing your favorite thing - having a Fortnight Party with your friends. |
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| Jazz vs. Warriors |
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| First day of your freshman year at Rocky. |
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| At another Jazz game. |
Here's a video of you riding the coaster down our steep, steep hill in Ut.
Terrifying.
