Our little 4 year old...

Surely, there is no one like this little boy.

He holds my heart in the palm of his little adorable hands. Hands that are almost always covered with dirt, marker or whatever else we have been playing in that day.

His little laugh makes my heart swell and that sweet little smile can convince me, even on the {blah} days to turn on the fire siren (Me. I have no idea how I got volunteered for that job) and wail down the road on the way to the fire (or church, the store, or school as we know it as).

Eli can count to 30 and a few days ago he counted to 100 with a little help from mommy.

He LOVES to play his guitar. He is constantly making up songs or adding in his own lyrics to other songs.

He LOVES anything and everything that has to do with firefighters. We live in a fire station and I drive a fire truck…he makes sure that everyone knows.

One of his favorite things to do when someone he loves is coming over is to go hide. Sometimes it is underneath his comforter, sometimes under the Christmas tree or in a cabinet in the kitchen.

At night, when I ask him what his favorite part of the day is he will think for awhile and pick something but always end with “and loving you, very much.” Loving him is one of my favorite parts of the day too.

He also tells me all the time, “I love you the mostest”. Nope, buddy- I love you the mostest hands down.

He loves to run and jump and play and climb. He is all boy.

{All of these photos were taken at the White Deer Fire Department, where Eli's Gramps is a firefighter. Eli is dressed in Gramp's gear and might have been the easiest photoshoot ever.}

Sweet Eli,

How in the world, out of all the little boys out there, did we get the best one? You are our treasure, my love. I love getting to see the world through those big, beautiful brown eyes. I am so, so excited for what your future holds. We know that you can do anything and I’m your biggest fan. I pray that God will give you a passion and His purpose for you early in life, and that you will do whatever it takes to follow where He leads you. I pray also, that Daddy and I will recognize His leading and do whatever we can to help you along the way.

Know that you are loved by so, so many, baby.

Mommy