Thirty-One Days of Thankful: Little Man

We spent the better part of this morning, and early afternoon, playing with trains.

Up until about four years ago, sitting around on a Saturday morning and playing with trains -- setting up different track configurations, building tunnels, testing out which engines were the most powerful -- would have never crossed our minds.

But when our little man came of age and started to play with toys, all that changed. All of his own volition, he was. into. Thomas. the. Tank. Engine.

BIG TIME.

And thus began the accumulation of engines, tracks, stations, etc... I don't know how many he has. He's received them for birthday presents, Christmas presents, no-reason-at-all presents... Our families know it's what he loves, so his collection has slowly grown.

And I'll just admit something... If/when the day comes that he doesn't love Thomas the Tank Engine anymore, I will be one sad mama. And I'm pretty sure Mr. Blue Eyes is going to struggle with it too. In fact, daddy and I might just sit around and play with trains all by ourselves, if it comes down to it.

I know Thomas the Tank Engine is, like, a huge marketing scheme, and they just keep coming up with new characters and new play sets and new movies to feed the money-making machine, blah blah blah.

I don't care.

Thomas is cool.

We've totally sold out.

But that's enough about Thomas.

Thomas is neat and all, but I'm not here to write about how I'm thankful for Thomas; I'm here to give thanks for the little man who brought Thomas into our lives... Little Blue Eyes.

Our little man is five!

Five.

Five!

Five.

He's so ready to be a five-year-old.

It's surprising, but I'm even ready for him to be a five-year-old. I look back on these five years of growing up our little boy, and even as much as I want to go back in time (just a tiny bit) and squish his little baby cheeks, I wouldn't trade it for where we're at right now. It is a joy -- true joy -- to have him in our lives. He does us proud. His caring and helpful spirit brings joy to this mama's heart.

Did I say 'joy' three times in one paragraph?

I did.

I know I did.

Because my cup overfloweth with joy when I give thanks for our little man.

Comments

[Tauna]

That is wonderful that you let him be the engineer of Saturday mornings. Trains and all.

Five............those years fly by my sweet friend.
It's amazing.

What a great looking cake. You are an amazingly talented mama.

[marigold]

good grief your cake is so great! I am now going to rethink G's 6th b-day plans entirely cuz you have set the b-day party bar pretty high!

[GREG]

Love that cake!