eight was loud.
he plays hard.
he loves hard.
his personality embodies dichotomies.
he is the child that was supposed to be the last born who was not.
he fights hard to voice his opinion and express his feelings amongst the chaos.
yet he has a huge heart that is easily bruised.
sometimes when i wish just a moment of quietness, i know he will never be shushed or dismissed.
and somedays i just cannot wait to see how God will use him...
welcome to nine, bryce.
we love you.