My Jabber-woky

If you had driven by our home three weeks after Christmas, you would have noticed that our Christmas tree was still up. A very kind neighbor noticed and offered to help me take it down one day. While we were busy packing all the ornaments into boxes, Hayden was like a little busy bee running around and he would not stop talking. I finally asked my friend (who has boys), "Did your boys talk a lot like this?"

"No," she said. "They just grunt."

Her response made me laugh and brought a smile to my face and I've reflected on our conversation several times since then. I didn't think boys were supposed to talk as much as Hayden does. He never stops! We even quietly joke around here, "Help me, I'm talking and I can't shut up." (this is all in jest and isn't meant rudely).

I'm realizing what a gift my little jabber-woky is. My brother made the comment a few days ago - "Maybe Heavenly Father knew you would need a little chatter-box to pull you out of your sadness." And I think he may have hit it on the head.

I need Hayden's sweetness, when he isn't using his light-saber. I need his kisses and hugs - when he isn't teasing his older sisters. I need his flashy brown eyes to smile at me when I tease him. I need his cute comments to bring me back to reality when all I want to do is hide away because a moment of sadness hit.

A few days ago I got him to sit still long enough to cut his hair. He looked so cute I dressed him quickly in nicer clothes and drove him to the back alley of the old, local movie theater. There I took his three-year old photos, using the popular urban look (not a fan of it, but I thought I'd try it). So here's my chatter-box, using a stick to stir up an ant pile and smiling at me as he stands in the weeds.

Thank heaven for little boys (both of them)!