Well, as usual I can not keep anything a surprise - - - especially pictures of my children! I was supposed to be saving this for his birthday invitation, but the doting mother in me has taken over!
I guess I got a little retrospective, as well. I am not one to take things for granted anyway, however, the way Lawson came into the world still takes my breath a little. And to see him about to turn age five is still so amazing to me. A walking, talking muddy miracle, he is! And such a funny one, too. That is just how God is - just giving us little bonuses we don't deserve every which way we turn.
I leave you with these last few thoughts: First, a definition I saw for a boy: "A noise with dirt on it". That pretty much sums it up for today. I must go brush the grit out of my teeth.
May you all find your own mud puddle today!
