A few Wednesdays ago I shared one of Aaron's very first pictures in which he assured me that everything would be A-Okay. A gentle reminder to his new mommy that God was in control. That was just the beginning for this sweet encouraging boy. On a regular basis, he finds ways to boost my spirits, make me laugh, and to be a blessing to those around him. That is, of course, when he's not being a regular 9-year old stinker. :)
Aaron recently wrote an anagram poem using his name. I can't recall what he wrote for the first four letters, but I'll never forget what he wrote for the letter N ~ "Never mean". Made me tear up right there in the school corridor! Mainly because it's true! He doesn't have a mean bone in his body!
He is a tender big brother, a faithful friend and a tender-hearted son.
- I love that he uses his soft and gentle voice when he's talking to Lydia (as long as she doesn't currently have his latest Lego creation in her death grip).
- I love that he still tears up when he gets his feelings hurt or when we pray for family and friends who are hurting.
- I love that he still gives me kisses and hugs, oftentimes when I'm not expecting it. (For example, I took a trip to Denver this past weekend and when I was driving away, he ran across the cul-de-sac to get one more smooch. Mommy's heart just melts!)
I pray that he will always have this gentle, yet strong, way about him and that he will continue to be a blessing to those around him.
But ... on to the Time-Warp portion of this post. Enough of that mushy mommy business! :)
Here is my sweet boy when he was just 19 months old. Such a smiley little guy!
This particular picture of my Aaron-Boy is precious to me for many reasons ... but here's three:
- His curls. His delightful spirally curls. Wacky-doodle curls ... just like his mamma. I cried the day that we gave him his first trim. Now, I give him hair cuts on a regular basis, just trying to tame his Conan O'Brienish, crazy mane!
- His little cheeks. He was the rolliest-polliest little boy. I loved to nibble on all his chubby little parts. Now, he comes up to my chin and there isn't an ounce of fat on that boy. He's a lean and lanky fellow and he's destined to pass up his mom soon.
- His smile. He was always quick to smile and giggle ... and I'm so grateful that hasn't changed!
and again on Saturday. We are revving up for a spy-tacular birthday party with Agent P, Agent A and all the Agent Buddies. It promises to be fun! I'll post some snapshots as soon as I recover from the mission!