My boy, I mean.
He surprises me almost every day with something hes says or does. And with things he doesn't say or do. He is getting a better grip on his emotions, better able to control himself when things don't turn out as expected.
My baby boy is walking the road of little boyhood now.
It's somewhat heart-wrenching, these changes. I can see how quickly it is all slipping by. I don't want to miss a moment of it, and I have no way to record each and every second.
He came to us with news of his first loose tooth a couple of days ago. My heart sank a little as the reality of how quickly we have reached this milestone sank in.
He gleefully wiggled it and asked if he could please share the news with his grandparents.
He was on the phone the rest of the morning.
His fine motor skills are becoming more refined. His writing, when he puts forth the effort, is so much better.
His recent discovery of the proper way to color has left us in absolute awe of his drawing and coloring abilities. His once scribbled coloring page habits have been replaced by a meticulous eye that colors objects fully and within the lines.
He delights in arching his right eye brow, just the one, and grinning at us.
He whistles his tunes for all the world to hear.
He practices snapping until I just know he will get the hang of it any day now.
He is affectionate and polite.
He is kind to others and a great helper.
He is a great singer and seems to have a special inclination towards music.
He loves to learn about Jesus, and comes to me with a guilty expression to tell on himself occasionally.
He is smart, funny, and quirky.
And the Lord, in all of his vast knowledge, chose to give him to us, and us to him.