Luke is easy to please. I took him to get his hair cut at Cookie Cutters this evening. When our favorite stylist McKenzie finished cutting his hair, she styled it into a mohawk. As he walked over to me, he had the biggest smile across his face. He couldn't contain himself--he was thrilled. He's begging me to let him wear it to school tomorrow--even promised to sleep so careful as not to mess it up!
Luke is such a sweet boy. He makes my life easy. I often say if I had 3 Lukes I would be sitting on the couch full time drinking a diet coke and reading People magazine.
He is very tender-hearted. Last year on his birthday, I got a little teary-eyed telling him about his birth and how special it was to hold my first baby in my arms. He started crying quiet tears and got very embarrassed--he hates to see me cry.
He is also hilarious. He loves to tease me about birds (which I hate) and Spongebob (which I don't hate as much anymore) and a lot of other things. He loves nothing more than playing with friends and he makes friends wherever he goes.
He loves spaghetti (especially from Fazolis), McDonalds, Oreos and Twinkies (basically all junk food) He is the best big brother in the world and is so sweet to Sammie and Ryan. Occasionally I will walk past a room where the kids are playing and I will hear Sammie bossing Luke around and he just takes it--she's preparing him for marriage.
He loves kindergarten, especially recess, and excels at math. He doesn't get that from me. I love that he tells me in my ear the names of the two little girls in his class that he thinks are cute. I volunteer twice a month at his school so I know who they are--he has good taste.
He lives for holidays and truly finds the magic in childhood. I love him more than words can express--he is my "Lukers."