My lil superstar

Sometimes I marvel at my son. He is becoming quite the young man at the tender age of seven. He amazes me with his sensitivity. He floors me with his immense intelligence. And he completely blows my mind with his creativity.


Watching him play and be silly is one of my most favorite things to do. I can almost literally see his gears turning away inside his head as he makes up characters, uses lincoln logs as swords, and piles his 'guys' in a pile of a blanket that has somehow turned into a pit of lava.


But this moment has to be one of my favorites (those who know me best would know why).


Here he's turning an every day fence post into a microphone. This mama is super proud.





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