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So, I have been incredibly behind on editing my own personal photos (and there are some good ones to be shared at a later date from our summer and fall adventures) but, I had to share this one from today because it makes me grin from ear to ear.

I am experiencing what, I"m sure many mom's (and dad's) experience when their kids hit that age of 3 and it can only be described as exhausting and, very often, I forget that it should also be remembered as a remarkable time where one can sit next to their son/daughter and have an actual conversation with them. Where I can sit next to my little Benjamin and hear him talk to me like a little man, recounting what we did that day and letting me know what we're going to do next. I can sit next to this little person who is growing up in my house - watching every little thing I do and say and mirroring it right down to the very inflection of my voice.

 I am astounded by the fact that this beautiful little person was once in my belly and is now sitting beside me, asking me 'Mommy, how was your day and what did you do? (a habit that his nana taught him at the dinner table and one that I appreciate very much). I am amazed at his love for life and how, an afternoon together walking across an overpass and playing ''hide and go seek' in the trees along a simple path in the middle of Willoughby can be just enough for him to say 'What a beautiful day' completely unprompted and stemming from a genuine love for life. I am amazed and I am in love.

It is so easy to forget the measure of awesomeness of these little people when they are constantly asking why and uttering phrases such as 'no way,' 'whatever,' or 'fine' with all the attitude of a 15 year old in the smallness of a 3 year olds body but, on those days, when we're snuggled beside each other watching cartoons, playing 'go fish' and talking about our day - those are the moments that make me step back and thank God with my whole heart for the privilege and honor of being Benjamin's (& Jacob's but today these thoughts are for Ben) mom.

 I love this kid and, no matter how many more are added to our family, no matter how hard we are on him possibly because he's our first, no matter how many frustrating moments we have or how much he might tire me out, I will always, always thank Jesus for his life and always, always, try to remember that he is watching my every move.

It is for that reason, that I am trying to practice the art of gratitude in front of him. To ask him what he's thankful for each morning as we head along our way because, I want him to hear, as often as possible, that one of the things I am most thankful for is his life and the fact that I get to be a part of it as long as God allows. Thank you Jesus, for this precious little life and the way he, daily, brings me back to you in prayer and gratitude. I am so thankful.