Breaking his heart

He holds a place dear to Lineman's and my heart. He's always been something. My mom used to say he was an old soul. He is wise beyond his years when it comes to matters of the heart. Matters of the soul. He can brighten your day with the kindest words. He knows when you need a hug. He knows when to give you that smile. His timing is always perfect. I don't know where it comes from. Deep in his soul? Was he just born this way? I can't take credit for this. It is all him. Rather I should say it is all Him.

His heart is huge. But sometimes that very same heart is hard on him. The other night at supper he just broke down crying because he didn't want to leave his friend Isaac. He has plenty of friends at school but Isaac just has a special place in his heart. As the tears rolled down his face and he buried his head in Lineman's arms I couldn't help but choke back the tears too. I feel so bad that he is hurting right now. It will take time to heal his pain.

And until then, we will be the ones giving hugs at the right moments. Saying the things to brighten him up. Being there for him as he is always there for us.

We love you son.

Is it just me.....

....... or does this look like flirting? Is this just too cute or what? She is such a fun and darling girl too.

The rest of the group, all from the same school. It was a blast to have them all together for swim lessons. They were suppose to do silly faces, only three of them had it for this shot. Bunch of crazy kids! They are so awesome though!

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This fun time was with my oldest. We bought him the trampoline for this 3rd birthday. I mean, come on, who buys their kid a trampoline for their 3rd birthday? Well, I had always wanted one and having kids gave me a reason to finally get a trampoline. Of course I'm not on it very much but when I am I just have a ball.

Side Note: I guess you could say this is a self portrait because I set up the tripod and used my remote.

Who is this boy?

Who is this boy? I was looking at these photos from a photoshoot we did a couple weeks back. When I took the pictures he certainly was my 7 year old boy. But now, looking at these photos, it is like he is someone else. A boy older than he really is.He is confident, caring, funny, eager to learn, eager to please. He seems like a young man sometimes with the things he says or does. Though he loves to play with his friends, pretend and generally goof off so I know he is still a boy.

What happened to that little boy I brought home from the hospital so many years ago? The one I toted over and over again to the doctor? The little toddler learning to walk? That little boy of mine on his very first day of school? There is no stopping these kids from growing up, is there? And really, I wouldn't have it any other way. Each day is a journey, something new. I suppose tomorrow he will be filling out college admission forms....

Longing

My oldest son was walking down the drive way to go wait for the bus. I noticed my little man head over to the door. He pulled himself up and sat and watched his brother and their faithful dog walk down to the road. I do believe that if the door had been open he would have crawled all the way down there just to be with his brother.

First Day of School

My oldest son started ... gulp... second grade today. He has been so excited to start school again. Not sure if he really is Lineman's son or not - liking school as much as he does! Every year he stands here for his back to school picture to see how he has grown from year to year.

My middle son is still only 4 so it is another year until he gets to go to school. He sure was wishing he could go today.

On the way to meet the bus. He has an awesome bus driver. I asked if he wanted to ride the bus or have me take him to school. I do wish I could have taken him to get pictures at school. I said he had a choice though. If he chose to ride the bus today then I would be driving him to school on his first day of high school. He thought that was a good idea. Wonder if it will last?

A last good bye hug.

And he is off for another great year.

Is it really that hard?

I am wondering... is it really that hard to just stand still, smile, and let someone take your picture? My two (too) cool nieces and my oldest boy are nice and ready for the picture. My middle boy? Pulling out all the funny business once again.
I thought with a "take two" on the picture we might get a good one. Nope, he is goofing off, still.
On to some individual pictures. All I want is just a quick photo to remember our time at Mt. Rushmore. Pretty easy I think. My cool niece shows us how it is done. Nice smile and we are done. Thank you. Next. Another awesome niece has no problem with the task. Stand in front of Mt. Rushmore, smile, and we are done. Thank you very much. Next.

My oldest son. I love this boy. He is always happy. Always ready to please. A quick smile, *click*, thank you oldest boy. I love you! Next.
Oh no. What do we have here? Just a smile is all I need and then we are done. Please. Just one smile?


I GIVE UP!

2 Fast 2 Fearless

I posted a few back about my middle boy being fast and fearless. Maybe it's because he learned a thing or two from his older brother. He is certainly both of those things. He loves racing down and up the coulee's.


I love this last shot. It captures my oldest going all out. Beautiful clouds in the background as well as new windmills. (Wyoming is windy in case you didn't know that yet!)