I was made for digging in the dirt.
I was made for jumping in puddles.
I was made for Hot Wheels and LEGOs.
I was made for roaring like a dinosaur.
I was made for wearing a cape and saving the day.
I was made for climbing trees and fences.
I was made for tossing the baseball in the backyard.
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I was made for Minecraft and Roblox and MarioKart.
I was made for watching bugs crawls across the sidewalk.
I was made for never-ending jokes about bodily functions.
I was made for jumping and running and never stopping.
I was made for slobbery kisses and random I love yous.
I was made for go-karts and monster trucks and dirt bikes.
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I was made for fort building and trampoline jumping.
I was made for dirty and stinky and sweaty.
I was made for Friday night football and cheering from the stands.
Because I was made for this.
And I didn’t know it, at first.
I had no idea this life was meant for me.
But now?
Now, it’s oh so clear.
And I wouldn’t have it any other way.
This post originally appeared on Kisses From Boys with Krista Ward