
I have been thinking about Jacob a lot lately. Not that I don't think about him usually and not that I don't think about all of them a lot. But, I feel like there have been some extra things on my mind with my sweet Jacob. Now approaching 4 1/2, he still has such a sweet smile and tender heart. I met with his teacher last week and was so touched by all she had to say about my young man. She actually was brought to tears telling me how much she just loves Jacob. It was so nice to hear especially from the perspective of someone who knows our family because of him, from someone who knows Jacob first - not his parents as much or brothers or sisters, but Jacob for who he is.
She went on and on about his patience, his good heart, how much he is loved by his peers, how well he plays with all the kids, how well he shares, and much more. That was aside from the fact that he's doing so well on his cutting, tracing, letters & sounds, and counting.
And then there's the other things I see - how much he genuinely loves his baby sister Anne, aka, his "little sweet pea." He always calls her that and he is always watching out for her and loving her. He loves everyone in the family, but you can tell he has an extra special spot for Anne. He also loves playing with his Play Mobil toys. He has such an active imagination and can occupy himself all day just thinking and playing. He'd stay home and play 24/7 if he could. He also has a cute sense of humor. He'll play tricks on you and pretend to hide a lot and then just shows up smiling and giggling.
I have often thought he has a tough position in our family with 2 older brothers who always get to do pretty much everything together - like he may feel like the odd man out or 3rd wheel, and then 2 little sisters. But, he handles it well and is fun to watch - rough and tumbling with the boys, or sweet and loving with the girls.
Jacob, your smile can melt my heart and you've won over lots of other hearts as well. I love you and thanks for being you.
1 comment:
He is a sweetie. Great pictures, too.
Love,
Aunt Bethy
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