Precious, isn't he? He's only six, but I look at this picture and I can already see the man in him taking shape. He is hot tempered and obnoxious, yet funny and sweet. He's whiny and needy, but longing to spread his wings. He drives me right up to the edge of complete and utter insanity, but stirs this emotion inside that would have me give my very life for his happiness. He is my beautiful boy, on the cusp of greatness and disaster.
Tonight I watched "Finding Neverland". I try to stay away from sad movies...especially if it has to do with children. Since the birth of my eldest (pictured here), the concept of life has become so very precious to me. I get so caught up in the story that I feel as if I am living the entire experience. Anything too depressing can put me in a funk for days. This story was mesmerizing. It reminded me how brief childhood is. How each moment should be savored, cherished and tucked away like a priceless gift. How important it is to our makeup as a person to have those sweet childhood memories. Tonight I pray my children will allow me to follow them to Neverland so that I will never forget the way.