Thank God for Little Boys

I didn't grow up with any brothers and so have never had the experience of what a little boy is like in the day-to-day. I just know what my sister and I were like as little girls. I do remember being fascinated with anything with buttons and loving to play on the playground. I liked water, in an orderly fashion with swimsuit or at bathtime. I remember wanting to hold and nurture smaller animals (cats, puppies, and the occasional hamster or gerbil) but never wanting to saddle them up and ride them into the sunset with my box of mac and cheese cargo. It amazes me everyday how he explores the world around him with such different eyes than I did and do. I am so grateful for my little boy and the opportunity to raise him up to be a man. I am grateful that for today he is still my little boy and will let me attack him with kisses, cuddle him, and kiss his ouchies. As excited as I am to have a little girl coming and to have that new and different bond with her, I'm going to miss my little boy only days that have passed so quickly despite my trying so hard to make certain parts of them just hold still for a moment or at least freeze in my memory. I can't help but everyday at 8pm get a little nostalgic for how life really does seem to speed up when you're watching someone change so quickly before your eyes. Anyway, I'm just thankful for everyday, no matter how tired I am. I wouldn't trade my exhaustion for anything.



















PS-None of these photos are posed especially the last. We have a very patient lab who actually lets him ride her occasionally.