A boy, my boy...

So there is this little man living in my house.  One that I am growing quite fond of actually.  Don't get me wrong, he had me at hello, but lately...

...he shines.

The early stages of nine, well it was okay.  The 9 1/2 mark and on, well it is down right fantastic!  

There is a real spark there, a gleam in his eye.  

Excitingly he has taken up guitar and most certainly carries the musical gene.  I so love to hear him up in his loft stretching his fingers to reach those cords.

Also, I have noticed, his intellect has now superseded his emotion. His abilities to see and understand, well it is down right fascinating to watch.

His personal hygiene has literally jumped from a ZERO to a ten.  What child is this, coming home from camp, hitting the shower, brushing his teeth, clipping his nails, and combing his hair?  I did not know little humans were capable of such things.

And yesterday evening he went so far as to pack his very own lunch while Matt packed Gabi's and then took it upon himself to do some dishes.

** then he says to us, I see why you guys fight over who is going to do these all the time.

So I am continually impressed by Noah's fierce independence and self discipline.   I am oh so proud of his genuine heart and awareness of what is good.  I cherish the depth in with which he feels and the strength he faces it with.  I am honored share a life with him.  I don't know what to expect from this one... it has me on the edge of my seat!