When we walked into the Old Homestead, last week, Hunter exclaimed, "I love this house!" And so goes his wide-eyed wonder and exuberance for everyone and everything.
Yep, when we tucked him in that night, already he had his morning game plan in mind. "What time am I allowed to get out of bed, G'ma?" With permission to use anything in his Daddy's former desk, six a.m. finds him busy drawing, writing, punching, stamping, cutting. Ultimately, envelopes of varying sizes are filled with very cool stories and incredible sentiments, to be gifted to family members. Joe and I love to lie in bed and listen, as he whispers - or so he thinks - instructions to Little Sis in what is considered to be a game of school. The moment we stir, it's a signal to kick into high gear.
Where's the action?
Where's the action?
Imagination rules. Food and drink fuel. Energy levels abound. Choices are endless. Music is magic. Squabbles occur. Hugs heal. Love prevails. Whew. It's no wonder he's ready to write another story, by the time it's bath-time.
Eight! We can't believe it! This little love of ours is clearly sunshine personified.
We love you, Hunter J....
More than words can say!!
Happy Birthday, Little Man!
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