Double Digits
He is TEN.
So grown up.
Chopping down trees.
Cooking food in a Dutch Oven over a fire.
Dusting and Vacuuming almost as well as I do.
Ready to shop in the men’s section the next time he buys tennis shoes.
Baking chocolate chip cookies.
Reading an occasional book from the grown up section like Gifted Hands.
Building a 6×8 log cabin in the woods behind our house.
Independently fishing.
But still, so little boy.
Forgetting to close the door.
Climbing trees.
Devouring children’s books one after the other and reading the sames ones repeatedly because he doesn’t have enough new material.
Tusseling everywhere.
Enthralled with pocketknives, hatchets, or a toy boat in the pool.
Ripping holes in the knees of his pants.
Asking a million questions.
He is ten.
Responsible and irresponsible.
Silly and serious.
Grown up and little boy.
Grow all you can, my little man. But one thing’s for sure. You will never ever outgrow our love.
What a perfect description. So grown up and still a little boy is just what I think when I look at him. The pictures are all so happy, and the boys are sitting here with me discussing everything about them. I wish we could have been there, too.