That makes it official. He's growing up.
I watched this today and bawled my eyes out. It's one of those "I am a Mormon" clips (don't you love those?). It's sad, and also so, so sweet. The little boy reminds me of our little knucklehead. I love how his mom talks about him and describes him. There's nothing like a mother's love.
I'm working on better cherishing Quinn and how unique he is. He's his own kid. He's funny. He's creative. He's curious. He's tender. He's happy. He's beautiful (although I may be a little biased on that one).
I get frusterated with him sometimes because he doesn't do things like other kids (sit, for example...). But I'm trying really hard to embrace that about him. I want to appreciate that he's different. Because different is awesome. I need to better appreciate the fact that he's too excited about life to sit still. In fact, I could learn a few things from him.