Liam is a most amazing six-year-old. Despite the fact that I am obviously biased, being his mom, there really is something about this kid that blows your mind. He is, and always has been, so generous. He freely gives of his toys and his time. This past weekend he spotted some Pokeman books at a library sale and asked to purhase them for his friend Ben Walls. After he got them home, we wrapped them in special paper, like a present, and even made him a card- for no reason. Just to be nice. Expecting absolutely nothing in return. Yesterday, when we were getting ready to play a round of tic-tac-toe together, he called in from the kitchen and asked if I would like a drink. He brought me a glass of water before he'd even served himself. Tonight, when Lily announced that she wasn't feeling good, and I suggested that she come into the livingroom where we were playing and lay down, Liam made her a bed out of the chair and ottoman, covered it with his quilt, and got her a pillow. Again, for nothing. Lily isn't even that nice to him, generally (he has been a pain in her rumpus for many years, to be fair to her).

I see the grace of God in Liam more than anyone else. I just want to hold him and capture that spirit so it doesn't fade away. He is so beautiful, inside and out, and the fact that I am his mother, is so unfathomable to me- what an amazing gift I have been given by simply knowing this child. I thank the Lord for his presence in our family daily.