Sunday, June 22, 2008

The Littlest Angel

I have the sweetest son... he truly is. Sara and I don't even call him by his name anymore... we just call him Sweet Boy...Sweet, Sweet, Boy.

But even as sweet as he is... he manages to get himself into some real "pickles". Maybe it's because he is a male among 3 very opinionated and gregarious sisters. Or... it could be that he is just a boy... and boys will be boys. But I have this feeling - a sort of "hunch, laced with dread" kind of feeling - that this is just McCaleb.



It's truly nothing MAJOR... just the kinds of things you read about in books, or see in the movies. He is like my real-life version of "The Littlest Angel". You know the story... the sweet little boy... just 4 years old...arrives in Heaven. His ear-splitting whistles could be heard everywhere he went. His halo remained crooked and tarnished from him holding onto it while running everywhere he would go. He could often be found flipping head-over-halo... and when nervous - he chewed on his wing tips. He doesn't find Heaven all that "heavenly"... wanting to know where the trees are to climb, the caves are to explore and play pirate games in... and where was all the dirt to run in and squish between your toes???


These are all questions I could hear McCaleb ask. Those along with:
  • Can I drive the tractor? (Beware: he forgets to turn the lights off... you might discover your battery is dead.)

  • Can I water your flowers for you, God? (Be prepared to get wet. You WILL.)

  • And my personal recent favorite: Can I take off my shoes and just get my toes wet in the big water? (Seconds later: SPLASH! Face down, in the Cumberland River. He just looks up and says, "Uh,oh." Good thing we still had clothes to take to Brayden in the back of our car...)




He might be a handful of energy and an accident waiting to happen...but when he lays down to go to sleep at night... there is nothing more precious than my son. He kisses me goodnight, tells me he loves me, occasionally loans me his extra "SuperSoft" to sleep with... and falls asleep with the sweetest smile on his face of a day well spent.

7 comments:

Krystal said...

McC is a little angel boy, that is for sure! So he fell in the river, that's not to bad. My son would have jumped in the river, picked up a rock, and thrown it at you . . . now don't you feel better :)

Those pics of McCaleb sleeping are so PRECIOUS!!!!! How sweet of him to share his Super Softs.

Jodi said...

Jenn-
JUST REMEMBER what I always say...boys are so different. One minute they are testing your nerves and the next they are tugging at your heart. Bryson had about 9 black eyes by the time that he was three...remember????
The JOY OF BOYS!!!! Embrace it and love every minute of it because it is something that will never get dull, will never cease to amaze you and you can never be prepared for!
And keep taking those pictures of those babies sleeping. There is nothing more precious. Love and miss you all-
Jo

Angie said...

Aww what a sweet baby boy!

Cynthia said...

He is such a doll. We love him!

Since we have been on vacation - I have heard Keegan and Romy playing "Rachel and McCaleb"!!

We miss you all!

Sarah said...

He is SOOO sweet! I love how he has his little hands tucked up by his head asleep. Look forward to meeting him someday!

Tracy said...

I just want to say that your kids are gorgeous. I have just read your blog from start to finishand have had tears streaming down my face many times. I am so thrilled that Sarah is with you now forever, and will be thinking of and praying for you all.

Angel said...

Thanks for your sweet comment. :0) HUGS!!! Angel