I went through my blog photos and pulled the ones I could find of Bilbo from the past two or so years.
When you are the fifth child in a family of nine children, you are a "middle child".
I'm not sure what they say about middle children, but mine seem to be determined to stand out, to insist upon their prominent place at the heart and center of the group of siblings.
Now if you happen to have big blue eyes and freckles and chubby cheeks.
And if your hair tends to get a little bit fuzzy when your hair starts to grow out...
And if you have a cheerful disposition,
And nothing holds you back from doing whatever the big kids are doing,
And if you like bugs, and puppies, and fishing...and Legos,
And if you give your Mama lots of hugs, and happen to have an outrageously contagious giggle,
Then you might just be the most perfect 8-year-old boy ever!
And your mom might cry on your birthday. And you might get spoiled. But then again, as a middle child, that's probably how it should be!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, Bilbo! We love you!!!
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