Today I picked up Zack from school and he handed me this:
I about cried, and then laughed, and then about cried again. Cried because this little kidlet wrote what he felt, and the fact that he wants to make me earrings is about the darndest sweetest thing. I mean, what kid thinks of that??? And then I had to laugh because he didn't want to tell his older brothers that he wanted to make jewelry. Which is equally adorable. He'll prank them with plastic spiders in their beds, but he doesn't want them to know he has a sweet side.
I'm thankful for a son like this. I've nurtured everything he's been interested in, whether it's been monster trucks, the solar system, or art. And I'll share a secret and hope I'm not blowing it by saying it, but Zack picked out a Bead Soup for the upcoming book. I hope I don't have to beg Kalmbach to keep that one in!
While thinking of thanks, I went back through my digital photo albums and found this photo of Zack when he was three:
His own box of beads, and he's already stringing. What's better than a sippy cup, a snack, and beads?
Love you all, and Happy Thanksgiving.