Michael's mom has told me that she almost didn't make it through the "why" stage with Michael. I think I may be there. I was thinking last night about Elliot's future, about his love of trains, his endless questions, his appreciation of beauty, his incredibly sensitive little feelings. I just can't imagine what he's going to look like when he's 14, 23, 36. It sort of feels like watching a flower open up. You can see hints of what it might look like - colors, shapes. But the full effect, well, you just have to wait for it. Right now I'm just happy he's 4 1/2, sleeping under a Thomas blanket, and 40 1/2 inches tall. I'm thankful that he hugs me EVERY time I ask, snuggles as long as I want, and is an interested conversationalist about almost anything. The days God enables me to be patient with him through his whining and whys, I see a sweet little boy who looks a whole lot like his papa. If this is the case, if he ends up anything like his dad having endured me as a mom, I'll be extremely thankful!
