One Little. . . . . .

two little, three little Indians. . . . four little Indian boys. . . .

Last Friday we watched Where the Red Fern Grows. I cried several times, but not during the typical scenes. As I watched, Billy, the main character, reminded me of my Jacob. And I cried because I'm afraid I just don't understand that boy of mine and I worry I never will. He needs a Mom who understands him or at least one who tries really hard to. So, I guess that's where I'm at. I need to try harder. Probably I need to pray harder too. In the mean time I am so grateful Jacob has Shane for his father. I don't know anyone (except perhaps Shane's own father) that understands little boys like Shane does. I'm pretty sure that's why the Lord has sent us four of them. And I am truly grateful for each one. (I'm also thankful to be expecting a little girl for my little Super Heros and Indian Braves to love and protect.)

Super Heros
This picture of Joshua makes me laugh (see below for a close up).

Aaron insists on using my kitchen towels for his cape (much to Jacob's dismay).