....my love


He's everything a little boy is made of - t-balls and puppy dog tails, dirt under his fingernails and lizards in his pockets.

He asked me to let his "doggies be in [his] pitures" yesterday when I took these right after his bath.

He challenges me and charts me into unknown, parent-to-the-oldest-kid territory like deciding whether or not this school is best for him or whether it's okay to let him stay up past nine on a Tuesday night.

He asks how to spell the most random words all the time (purple and blue are the two most recent) and catches an episode of the old school Scooby-Doo pretty much on a daily basis.

He knows I believe in him - in who he is and everything he dreams about - because I tell him I do.

He's really into putting the "L" in Landers after the "e" in Jake when he writes his name.

He's an ordinary miracle.

And he's the keeper of the key to my heart.


  1. That was the sweetest post ever, put a lump in my throat and a tear in my eye. You are such a good mommy :) Your boys are blessed!

    1. Awwww...thanks, Tesha! I appreciate you, Friend!

  2. love this post! that first picture is precious!