Today I’m jumping on the bandwagon of thankfulness. Tis the season.
And it’s Ben! My almost-two-year-old little buddy who just discovered his pockets. I’m thankful that God didn’t grant me the ability to choose the sex of my second child, because after Emma, I would have said another girl. David and I were clueless as to what to do with a boy. He has two sisters; I have three. We’re estrogen-rich in these parts, and I thought little boys were all about mud and worms and head-butting. As it turns out, they are, but it’s so much more endearing than I once thought. : )
So now I’m smitten with my blue-eyed boy with the Cary Grant chin. Every time I snuggle him up or get all mushy about his sweetness David mocks my hormone-induced pregnancy words… “What am I going to do with a little boy?”. Because now? I know exactly what I’m going to do.
Last week at his Nana and Papa’s house Ben got into the dresser drawer when he was supposed to be napping. When I went to check on him he was fast asleep, his little bed littered with holiday ribbons and bows. That’s my boy, wrapping himself up… like the gift he is.