Dinner with a young gentleman

He hurried ahead and held the door open to the Kountry Kitchen. We were seated at a small table by the window. Our dinner conversation was not about politics or current events. It was about the yellowness of forsythias. About God not giving us new bones when we grow but making our old bones stretch. This is experiencial knowledge for, "One day I think I could feel my bones trying to stretch." About thinking of a good guess-my-show-and-tell to puzzle Holly who always guesses "because she knows everything." About Easter and that Jesus is alive. .....Caleb is six years old today. He is totally, totally all boy. His pants get holes in the knees almost as soon as the price tags are cut off. He loves dirt and water and planting things. And fixing things and trying to make things. He is the protector (and once in a while, tormentor) of his three little sisters. One day he will be the hero of the baby brother soon to arrive. And he has a remarkable gentleness about him too. A very special little guy. A few weeks ago when I asked him what he wanted for his birthday he answered, "a tree". His Pop-Pop would have liked that reply. May he plant trees and watch trees grow and blossom while we watch in wonder as he grows and blossoms into just who God intended for him to be.