Reasons

Yes, folks, that was a John Denver song in the previous post. Wasn't it amazing?!

I have mentioned before that my son dances to beat of his own drummer (see this post). I wasn't kidding ...

I was blessed to have been raised by two amazing people. Their strength, beauty, and humor are what I try to live my life by. Few people were given the opportunities that my brother, sisters and I were given in life. We were able to watch love grow. I have laughed every day of my beautiful life. There is no greater wish for my children than to have exactly what I was fortunate enough to be given.






I think the drummer that Isaac dances to is on lease from my father. My daddy has watched Isaac since I went back to work when he was 6 weeks old.




There is no reason to wonder where Isaac gets his love for the outdoors, guitar, bluegrass, or Spongebob. My heart and MY SOUL smile every time I hear that boy ask for John Denver. When he tells me that he is going to do something a certain way because that is how his Papa does it - or how he gets that smile and raises his eyebrows, just like my daddy. That bowl of ice cream (or four...) that he eats every day, snuggled up in Papa's bed. These are things that life is made of.




Isaac is so blessed - and so are Brandon and I. Mom, thank you for sacrificing your living room for toy boxes full of racecars, guns, and army guys. I know you wouldn't have it any other way.




Thank you Daddy (and Mommy!) for taking care of our sweet boy for the past 4 1/2 years. And thank you for being so darn wonderful.

P.S. Mom, Dad....my glasses were never cool. What were you thinking?!

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Little Bit of Random Happiness

These are just a few of my favorite pictures of my sweet little man. As I'm sitting here, tearing up, I think about how quickly time has passed. His sweet little baby hands have lost the dimples and he's getting taller by the day. His vocabulary grows every minute and his mind is always going a thousand miles an hour. He is truly my greatest treasure.

So I'm sitting here typing all these things with him next to me. He crawls up to look at the pictures, burps, and tells me it smells like corndogs.

No amount of sentimental gushing can take away from the reality that he is a 4 year old boy.

My treasure burps, picks his nose, and whines.