Winston is {Eleven}

The boy that made me Mom

This face of freckles has been the source of immense pride as well as insane frustration. First.born.males. they are defiant and reckless wild and unruly. One might think they would be and end all to the “having more children camp”… yet we proceed with extreme caution as almost an heir of “I’ll get it right this time” and we have MORE KIDS. Are we insane…yes yes we are!

Winston Andrew Hektoen came blazing into the world on his due date, which is no irony because the boy loathes the aspect of being late. I went into your birth thinking, meh I think I can conquer this whole natural labor…but as is every interaction with you…I had to change directions.

Winston thinks being early is the only option, he wakes up everyday religiously pre-dawn…he is the definition of tenacity and makes one question “what the hell am I doing” in the parenting forum on.the.daily.

Winston one may never know the depths of your soul or the crevices of your mind, but one thing is for certain you make this mundane world spicy and keep me reaching for the Titos.

I love you-

Mom