Scott came home from the hospital as a baby looking like this:
Now he looks like this:
He knows I love knick-knacks and scale models.He knew my birthday was coming up.He had a wooden dagger he had carved for himself.He sanded it, re-carved it into a big birthday candle, and painted it.
Now it looks like this.
Thank you, Scott.It means more to me than words can say.**
*There are certainly more pictures here than he would include, some of which imply a reflection on the passing of time and how precious he is to us that he would find irrelevant. But this is still my blog, after all.
**While a mostly accurate statement, it is still partly due to the self-imposed standard of “few words”.I actually could go on and on about this wonderful son of mine and how much his sacrificial surprise means to me...