My Big Four Year Old

The house was quiet. 

Too quiet.

I was cooking dinner, the big boys were working on their homework, and Charlotte was taking her afternoon hour-long-ish snooze.

Where was Henry?

I walked around the house, hollered for him upstairs, looked in the front yard, then went out onto the back deck to look for my big four year old.

Boom. There he was. Quietly working with his trucks in the dirt. My heart just about exploded with the sweetness of it.

This precious {and precocious!} little boy is so sweet and loud and smart and fiery and tender and stubborn. He brings me such deep, deep joy. I'm glad he only goes to school two days a week this year and we have more time together. The way he treats Charlotte is too precious for words--let's hope it stays that way!

For now, I want to pause and thank God for that sweet boy playing in the dirt with his trucks. Perfectly content in the dappled autumn sun.