He is seven. And he seems big. Yet he still seems a little bit little.
This year has seen so many changes for our family and for this amazing boy. He is in first grade, and he is thriving there. His teacher is brilliant and he has learned volumes and volumes about geography, science, reading and math. I cannot tell you how much fun it is to hear the conversations between the two boys as Jonathan "teaches" Caleb about things he has learned, and Caleb tells him about his days.
He is still a big brother but now he is a big brother to a little sister, too. He has taken such responsibility to help with little things and be a caring and protective big brother.
Things I just love about J-man at seven:
- Our car conversations. The hard questions, the amazing insights, the funny stories. I have all but stopped listening to anything in the car because I wouldn't want to miss these tidbits of life according to him.
- He eats. And eats. He is now willing to try so many things. He still has fairly mild tastes, but he will try almost anything.
- Listening to him read to me. To his brother. To his sister.
- His crafts. This is something I love about both little men here. They do crafts/construction. Just about anything can be configured into a crafting/constructing project. I do love it, but the mess is quite messy. Thankful for the Dyson handheld to clean up the piles of paper and cardboard.
- His questions about faith. They are honest. And we are straight shooters around here. So I love the honest questions.
- That he knows himself quite well. He told me at one point, "Mom, I like my friends better one or two at a time and not all together at the same time."
- The long standing sense of style. It morphs over time but still has a unique flair to it. You may remember the shirt below. Last year it was the taped turban that he wore to meet his Kindergarten teacher. He still loves it.
I actually could go on and on and on about all of the things I love about my sweet guy. Reality is - I love him because God gave me the gift of being his momma. I love him just because he is my J-man. Happy Seven!