boots

little man's birthday is next week. russ had told him he'd take him to get boots. he couldn't wait. so they went the other night.

he has hardly taken them off. they are miniature russell boots. russ has worn boots ever since i've known him. it is precious to see how much sam loves russ and wants to be like him. he is so ready to go to the ranch in his boots.
he prefers to golf in his boots.
smile sam.

 he prefers to eat in his boots.

 he prefers to dance in his boots.

he prefers to sleep in his boots.

and when he goes to work the next day.... he wears his boots.

 

on another note... i can hardly believe that i am now a mother going to take my girls lunch at their school, and reading to their class. how are we here already? Lord give me a heart of gratitude in the now, before life passes by and i've missed blessings.

and i can't forget to add: as we were walking the girls into school this morning...
me: "sam, hold my hand as we cross the street."
him: "no."
me: "then hold emma or abby's hand."
him: "no. my hand."
and he proceeded to hold his own hand across the street.

even in his defiance he is adorable.