my oldest

 

Oh my boy. My oldest boy. How he often makes me want to pull my hair out. Grit my teeth. Stress me out. Push my buttons. And test the limits of my patience.

Oh my boy. My sweet boy who God gave to us. Who has a smile that melts our hearts. Who snuggles in the morning. Who loves to spend one on one time with me when Boone is napping so we can do fun things like drink ice tea with orange slices in it and Thanksgiving straws Aunt Marg gave us.

My boy who is trying to figure out Jesus. Trying to understand why he can’t see Him, physically. My boy who asks me if God is in Mommy and Daddy’s heart and tells me “only food is in my heart”.

I love you Wyatt.