the boy

That's what Caleb is lovingly referred to around these parts.

He is Boy.
Cars.
Trucks.
Trains.
Superheros.

Starwars.
Dirt.
Bugs.
These things make up his life.

I love that


But there is another side of Caleb that I love even more.
He is so loving.
I love that he is a little cuddler.
I love that he tries very hard to make things fair and happy for everyone.
I love his deep and abiding love for his "Grandma friends".

He loves women over the age of 70. The whiter the hair, the more love in his heart.

I love his ability to make people laugh. His personality has always commanded attention.

I love that he is so understanding.
At the third child, a lot of things don't happen when and how he wants them but he has a awesome ability to roll with the punches.

I love that Caleb has passions. I love that they mean EVERYTHING to him until the next big thing comes along.

 We seem to measure time in our family by what Caleb was passionate about at the time.

 I love that he tells me that he has 11 girlfriends, cause he can't narrow it down.

I just love his smile. I love that he lets me see it pretty much all day long.
We have often talked in our family about this kid, and we have come to a realization.
We need him.
His love, his trust, his sillyness, his humor, his goodness...everything that makes Caleb who Caleb is,
is the glue that holds our little family together.
And everyday we are so thankful for it.