Wednesday, March 25, 2009

My Andrew

Is so quirky. I simply adore little boys.
I see him slowly growing up before my eyes, and I don't want to miss a single little quirk.

For instance, he is still young enough to want to be tucked in.
He is too old to watch PBS kids.
He is young enough to to still want to hug and kiss me goodbye.
He is old enough to get himself ready in the morning without much pushing.
He is young enough to come to my bed during thunderstorms.
He is old enough to be responsible with his money.

I of course could go on and on.
I love little boys.

1 comment:

Meg said...

Me too! It's amazing to feel so proud of the growing young man, but still relish the small glimpses of little boy...