Yesterday my dear Jack Taylor turned five years old. His five years have been packed with adventure, battle, and lots of treasure. When I think of Jack, I sometimes think how well he would have fit into the medieval days. Fighting dragons with swords, never leaving home without a shield, and taking a bath only once a month. When I think of Jack I think of the color orange. It is the first color he learned, and the color he has consistently said is his favorite, ever since he has been “little” (like 3 years old). I think of green eyes that sparkle and big hands that are strong. I think of how much fun he would have had digging in his Great-great-uncle Jack’s garden, after whom he was named.
Jack & Elijah got to spend two nights at Grandma Weldon’s house as a special birthday treat. Then yesterday the rest of us drove there to celebrate the day together. They had a blast playing spy/soldier outside.
Notice the sniper?
There’s nothing cuter than dandelion dust on a three year old nose.