This little boy slays me. I am his, he is mine.
He stands. He signs 'thank you'. He laughs so hard he gets to coughing and choking. He pulls hair, hard. He is starting to have a thing for his Daddy. He thinks he's invincible, and big. He thinks Peek a Boo is magical. He may never be completely weaned. He eats more than the girls combined. He prefers outside...and naked.
For all of the moments that we thought he came to quickly and would be too much and could not see how we would survive...he has completely erased it all. God has been good to us.
He's such a gentleman.
We celebrate you, Jack. You're wonderful.