Today was William's day. I love that it's still so simple to please him. His breakfast of choice: frosted flakes. Lunch: butter and jam, string cheese. Dinner (my favorite): french toast, bacon, sausage.
We had fun taking the infamous cupcakes to his class. He was so proud. However, when it was time to go out to recess, I asked if he wanted to help me gather our things and I'd walk him out to the playground. "No, I want to go with my friends," he said. My heart had a little tinge of sadness. I just wanted to hug and kiss him and keep him small.
We ate dinner at Grandma's house and opened presents. What is Bakugon? Well, apparently it's the latest craze amongst the little guys. He can't wait to show his friends. Brig is a little jealous. Personally, I liked the basketball. As we speak, Ben and the kids are outside, shooting some hoops. My kind of night.
I love my sweet William. Out of all our kids, he's remained the "mama's boy." He's keenly aware of things, observant. I love when we're driving, just he and I, and he'll pipe out with a random thought that's been running around that brain of his. He sees how others feel (except Lincoln...that's more like torture) and thinks about it. He chooses the "different" kid to be his friend: the short one, the quiet one, the crazy one no one else wants to be around, etc. His heart is still soft. He remembers things, random things, names of odd people in the bible, obscure memories.
I love to see William "becoming."
He's a marvel.