The joy of being six.

I wonder if I had that much imagination, or thrust myself this enthusiastically into life, when I was six, as our six year old does.

Every day is a new opportunity for a new enterprise.  I find random sketches of various maps and "plans" he has drawn.

One day, he was intent on opening a "Trap Store". He didn't have traps made yet. But he got his sign nailed to the tree- strategically near the chickens, since his specialty would be chicken traps. He also designs "brother traps," but this day, it was chicken traps. 

Another day, he dug a 4 inch hole out by the silo, and another 4 inch hole by the house, with plans to connect them. The tunnel map includes large rooms intended as dungeons for the brothers. This, of course, obtained the desired result of freaking out the brothers, being such a realistic threat and all.

Another day, he wrote a letter to his cousins.

He shamelessly stated, "I have a problem.  It is that I don't get mail and packages anymore." Accompanied by a picture of a sad boy with no package, and a happy boy with a package. 

One day, the enterprise of interest was designing shirts. He asked me over and over again which design he could print on a shirt.

Most days recently,  he is up before 6 am with his boots on, eager to join Papa and Daddy for chores. If he misses it, he is Big Sad.

Thank you, God, for this life-loving bundle of energy. Guide us in wisdom, as we channel his energy and ideas....