These past few months have felt absolutely revelatory to me as far as discerning my sweet boy's personality type and getting a feel for who he is. I love watching him grow. The differences between us both delight me and exasperate me. He's watchful, strong, vocal, and engaging. With every year that passes, his cherubic face gets less baby-esque, and I get to see glimpses of the man he will become some day. I puzzle over how his tender face will become rugged and masculine, and next thing I know I'm imagining him as a balding middle aged man and I don't want to imagine any further.
There's no telling what the future holds, but one thing I feel for certain: whatever this child chooses to do with his life when he grows up, he will be a force. This world will be a different place because of him. And oh, I pray for the wisdom to steward these small years well.