You Make Me Smile

He cracks me up, this six-year old of mine.

He gets his words mixed up and sometimes can't think of the ones he wants, but he laughs right through it, usually making faces while he laughs.

There are things that he says that I want to remember.  Things that he says that I want to hold tightly to, because I know that one day, he won't say things the way he does now.

Like last Saturday when we were heading to his Upward game, and I asked the kids if they were going to have fun playing with their cousins.  He said, "My what?! My cuddlins?  What's a cuddlin?"

Or a couple weeks ago when he was practicing his Bible verse and he said, "Rejoice in the Loid always!"  And without missing a beat, he said, "Did you hear that?  I said 'Loid" instead of 'Lord!'  Just like Bugs Bunny says it!"

Yesterday we were reading "Twenty and Ten."  The kids in the book were playing a game called "Flight into Egypt."  He asked me if they took a plane, and I said, "No.  They would have walked.  Or maybe ridden a donkey."  He said, "Or ride a hump!  I mean...a camel!"

And we laughed.

That's one of the many things I love about him.
He lets me laugh.
He lets me join in his fun without thinking that I'm making fun.
He lets me laugh until I cry from the pure joy of his sweetness and innocence.

Someday the world will try to knock the innocence right out of him.
But I hope not.
Fight it, Buddy.
And laugh while you fight.
Make faces too.  Those always help.