it's true. we officially have a three and a half year old living with us. and just when i thought i couldn't possibly love him any more, he finds a way to enter yet another "cutest stage ever" phase and i start to wonder how i will ever let him grow up and move away. he tells me all the time how next he will be "4, then 5, then 6, then 7, then...." and he keeps counting and i feel myself panic. when i ask him to stop at 5, and not get any bigger than that, he responds with a "but i have to get bigger so i can fly you places on my airplane. i will fly you everywhere. even to the moon, and we will have a picnic." and then my heart melts and i want to scoop him up in my arms and hold him so tight that maybe time will stop.
but the funny about time is that it always keeps moving. and surely isn't going to slow down for the sake of my emotions. and the thing is that wanting him to stay small isn't healthy either. my purpose is to raise him up, to teach him and equip him to be a strong & confident husband, father, son, uncle, friend and most importantly a man of God. and oh geese, when i start to think about that i could begin to panic under the pressure of "are we doing enough?" but then he rolls in on his trike with two (pretend) sandwiches, one for me and one for him. and i breathe, and i am thankful, and i am humbled. and i hope that i never, ever fully forget these day, because they are just so sweet.
a special thanks to kahuku photography for also thinking mr c is pretty adorable and using him as a model.
no question, the cupcake was his most favorite part.
Such a cutie Jennie and your words hit close to home for me!
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