Tonight I was looking at some photographs that I took over the summer, and I happened upon my boy. This is from when we were in Utah. We were driving by the Saltaire, and I had begged Jacob to pull over so I could study this unique building on the shores of the Great Salt Lake. I wanted to photograph it, of course (and who will appreciate the photos? no idea. But my husband knows that part of what makes life grand for me are little adventures, a little straying from time to time, a little "stop! right now!" to get a closer look at something...usually with my camera in hand). So, I hopped out of the rental car, and since the girls were both asleep in their carseats, Jacob said he'd stay in the car while I had a look around and explored for a few minutes. To my great pleasure, Sawyer piped up "wait! I want to go with you!" So, barefoot and all, out he hopped out to explore with me. I wish we had hours instead of a few minutes to explore together. As I looked at the pictures tonight, I saw the interesting architecture of the Saltaire, but what really caught me - grabbed me - pulled my heart right out of my chest - was the few frames I snapped of my one and only son. My first born. He is growing up so fast and getting so big on me these days. He turned five over the summer, and he is at such a delightful age. I mean, I've always loved him at every age and stage, but lately, he just makes me stop and look at him. He asks the best questions. He is just smitten with the world around him. Always a rock, stick, or little bug in hand. Almost never any shoes on his feet. Hardly ever a shirt, for that matter. He likes to either run around half naked (it IS hot here, so that is understandable), OR his favorite thing in the world to wear is his pajamas. A few weeks back, he had a growth spurt and outgrew almost all of his pjs. So, I took him shopping and we came home with 5 pair of new pjs. And then his Grammie surprised him with a couple pairs (dinosaurs and skeletons!) when we went to visit, so he is in no need of pajamas these days. He would love if every day was pajama day. On days we don't have anywhere to go, I often let him wear pajamas most of the day - until it gets to about dinner time and he wants a fresh pair. Anyway, my boy. I've asked him before if he thinks it would be fun to have a little brother someday (I think it would be great!) and he always says "mmm...I guess maybe. But I really like my sisters!" He loves his sisters. He is Aspen's very best friend, and he can make Hazel laugh better than anyone else. He's a loving and wonderful brother. And he has a good heart. He is full of energy, as boys should be. He likes to get dirty, play in the mud, go hiking, jump down the stairs from the highest point from which he can make it, climb trees, and he has a most wonderful imagination. He has his moments of pushing my buttons, like all children do, but WOW he is overall just a great little guy. I love him to pieces. This is the last year I have him home full time and I'm both super excited for this year with him, and also a little sad, not wanting it to pass too quickly. My Mama heart often wants my babies to stay little forever, but at the same time, it is so amazing to watch them learn and grow into the people they will become, day by day. Next week, we will be starting "homeschool" pre-k (for Sawyer) and preschool (for Aspen). They are SO excited. I'm excited, as I've got some wonderful stuff planned. I will save the academics for when they get to "real" school - this year is all about working together to figure out a few fun projects, spending a ton of time in Nature, reading together, creating and doing art together. And maybe learning to tie shoes or something important like that. ;) Anyway, I just wanted to take a minute and say how much I love my Sawyer. I'm so proud of the wonderful boy he is, and the amazing man he will be one day. I can't believe I'm lucky enough to be his Mama. God is so good to have given me this amazing and sweet little son.
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