this past Spring, our Lil' Monster turned 7. I am not sure where the time went, but I know it all happened without my permission. My little boy is somewhat of a little man now.
He is intense, with hazel eyes that pierce my core. How was I so lucky to be entrusted with this crazy, beautiful little child of mischievous wonder?
This weekend he was complaining about buying vegetables at the grocery store:
JD: "Why do I have to eat healthy stuff?"
Mrs. Akers: "Because I want you to live a long time."
JD: "I don't want to live a long time Mom, I want to see God."
Every day he teaches me that I don't have all the answers. Most days "Nu uh" is his favorite phrase (we're working on it). Some days I swear I'm doing it all wrong.
But then he wraps his favorite brother up in his arms for a squeeze, flashes me this dimpled smile, and tells his brother "We love Momma, don't we?" and I forgive myself a little bit for my imperfectness.
We have managed to raise a little boy who loves to love (a majority of the time he has to be reminded not to love so roughly).
He is an amazing big brother.
And I just know Reece will be telling him all his secrets for the rest of his life. It's what brothers do.
I love you & I like you, James Daven.
- Mrs. Akers
