7 such a delightful age...

Hi ... 

This song by Mindy Gledhill pulls at my heartstrings...

My littlest son...

The one who...

 finds a chip looking like a number 1 and excitedly tells me i am his first love...

who loves wearing a 'beanie' ...

or a cap... no matter...

but something you will find on his head...

I can see his own personal style starting to come through.

 and i feel excited by this... for they must each be who they really are...

I am biased but i think his style is kinda cool...

He is active and full of fun and bit of a daredevil at times...

After outings he will tell me over and over just how much he enjoyed our day...

this one...

he talks...

 a lot... 

As he gets older he appreciates doing new things more and more...

i guess he is growing in more ways than one...

He can be grumpy at times but is always quick to say sorry...

He has a lighthearted streak...

here he is trying to foil my attempts at getting my shot...

he can be a little naughty... but is mostly nice...

Sometimes i get the feeling... 

I'll need to keep my eye on this one more so than with the other two...

Post Script

So this happened last night...

He came to me wrapped quite unsuccessfully in a towel...

his skin warm and still damp from his bath...

He was telling me something too important to wait until after he was dressed...

he leaned on my mother's day gift...the one from him...the one made at school...

When he turned to leave...he laughed and came straight back to my side...

in his hand was a scrap of paper... untidy red lines with bits of white shining through...one of the hearts he'd hurriedly drawn and coloured in to add to my gift...to tell me in his childlike way of his love for me...

This heart that must have stuck to his arm more than once as he leaned in...

 and shared his... little boy... growing big... self... with me...

"I keep stealing your heart..." he said... a smile in his voice...

I could tell he found the paper sticking to his arm...funny...

so like a 7 year old to be tickled by such a thing as this...i smiled back at him...

But at his half apology... 

half explanation...

 came this thought straight from my mothers heart...

'Darling little boy of mine...it happens more often than you know...'