I was taking pictures of my 4.5 year old, Paul, the other day, and thinking, "Wow, he's really cute. I can't believe how darling he looks!
Can you believe my strapping, handsome young fellow, who was nearly born on the side of road, went from this...
(Paul at 3 months old)
Paul at 4.5
Paul's first several years were a challenge, but when he turned four, there was a noticeable change. He learned to talk well and express himself in words before his emotions got away with him. He developed a sensitivity towards others that made him a magnet for other children and making friendships. In the middle of two very concrete and literal boys, Paul is able to teach these boys to play, actually play. A toy which seemed useless suddenly becomes essential once Paul puts a name and a purpose to it. It's a skill, indeed.
He's as unrecognizable in photos as he is in temperament.
(Paul at 8.5 months old)
Paul has my heart in a very specific way. It might be because he loves me a lot, or that we're both "middle children." This picture of him falling asleep reading National Geographic with a kickball might explain things, too.
I try not to project how each of the children will be or what they'll do. I pray they do what God asks of them. But with Paul I have a distinct feeling about him being a natural leader. It's a tall order for our smallest child, but it's been a pleasure to watch his transformation.