Or prepared for.
My firstborn got new Sunday Shoes.
But those aren't Dale's feet.
Those are my feet.
I have a child with feet as big as mine.
It's only a matter of time until he's as tall as I am.
Let's just not think about that today, shall we?
Instead, I'll think about the fact that he can multiply and divide, lift 40+ pounds, change a diaper, read classic literature, play beginning piano, and recite whole paragraphs of scripture. He knows the number of every Rangers baseball player, how to do those cool cup-and-saucer type tricks with a string, and can ride at least 3 miles on his bike before tiring out.
I like that kid, even if he does have big feet.
4 comments:
Oh. My. Gosh! My mind is blown!
Wow. Just wow. What a big, special kid. I just love him so much.
(Love that kid)Me too.
That is one fantastic kid!
I know, right?! I have one of those big kids. My husband squeezed his upper arms the other night and then told me later, "Have you checked out his pre teenager muscle mass?" Oh, dear, he's growing!!!
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