Little Boy Dreams

Paul came into the living room this afternoon wearing a big black cowboy hat. He had Lydia happily lassoed around her waist and he was holding the other end of the rope. "Hey Liz, do you want to play with us? I'm a cowboy and Lydia is the cow. All we need is a cowgirl!" My sweet first born son--he's growing up in so many ways. Yet, he's still small enough to play and dream in little boy ways. I treasure these times in my heart because I know someday, all too soon, I'll look at him and see that he has grown into a man.