You're eight! This amazes me. Every year speeds by faster then the last and this year was a blur. It started with us looking forward and then going to Japan. Then we found ourselves with another sweet baby boy to look after. You are an amazing big brother. Right this minute you're doing your math work, work of a third grader.
|You helped Dad cut down the Christmas tree this year.|
When I think about our trip to Japan a few things stand out. The first was how well you slept on the flight that went half way across the world. You slept with your head in my lap for almost the whole trip. I kept stroking your hair and thinking it was crazy that I was taking my baby on a trip like this. But then we went to the zoo and a little girl fell cutting her knee open, you watched the whole thing happen, and immediately rushed over to me quickly explaining that you needed a band-aid so you could help this hurting girl. That's when I realized that you were growing up into a man that made me proud. You had no fear of the language barrier or that we were in a foreign country you just wanted to make sure she was had what she needed to be okay.
|Resting as we walked around Tokyo.|
Now we have this baby that adores you. He is full of joy, but for you he has his own sounds and he lights up whenever you look at him. I'm sure it's been an adjustment going from the youngest in the house to having a baby around all the time, but you've excelled at being a big brother. The way you play with him when it would be more fun to do something else. The way you offer to hold the baby so I can finish a chore or run to the bathroom. Or how disappointed you were that I wouldn't let you change his diapers. You love him and me so well.
You're heart is beautiful. You notice what people need and you do everything you can to give it to them. I'm proud of you for that. My prayer for you this year is that your heart doesn't grow tired of helping others, and that you find the right things to be passionate over and let go of the less important things.-You know like that time you refused to have an ice cream with us because I said you couldn't spend $10 on a lollipop. That was a time when maybe it would have been better to let go of your passion.- But your love for people is amazing, never let go of that. It's a rare gift that you have I pray you use it wisely in the years to come.
|First year as a Cub Scout.|
Here's an interview with your eight year old self:
What is your favorite color? Red
What is something special to you? Baby K
|L: Momma can I help give the baby a bath?|
L: Okay I'll get in with him.
Me: You can't get in with him.
L: Okay then I'll use my hair to get him wet.
(And he dunks his head before I could stop him.)
What is your favorite word or saying? But what if...
What is your favorite thing to do? Read
|I'd say you're fairly comfortable at the library-shoes off with books all around while you're imagination soars.|
Who is your favorite super hero? Dad
|You're favorite shield was the lid to my applesauce pan. You have been trying to find one just like it for months.|
What is your favorite book or book series? The Imagination Station series
|I have a billion photos that look just like this.|
What is your favorite memory from this past year? Japan. Being with Ichan
What do you want to be when you grow up? A missionary