Sweetest son.

Hobbes is definitely his own person-and at times can be challenging for me to understand. He is a lot more like Bray-only says what he thinks is necessary (I know, I know, a quality that I should work on) can get lost for HOURS in something he's interested in, and has a creative, fun and wild imagination. But the quality I love the most is his sweetness- it can be a peck on the cheek, a hug around my legs (although it's getting closer to my waist-he's growing so fast!), 1 of his slow-spreading, face-lighting smiles, or just a simple, "Thanks SO MUCH, Mom!" Today, however, I noticed something that truly melted my heart-Madeline had gotten up when we were getting ready for work (around 6am) and had gone and fallen asleep again on our bed. Hobbes woke up around 6:45, and stumbled in to say good morning. But instead of asking for breakfast, he ran back to his room and came out with Madeline's special doll, Jenny (looks like an American Girl doll). He then ran over to Madeline, and laid Jenny next to her, under the covers. When I mentioned this to Bray, he said that whenever Hobbes wakes up before Madeline, he always brings her her favorite doll. It may seem silly, but I thought that was one of the sweetest, brotherly things to do. What a sweet guy-so blessed to call him my son!
In their new spring duds before church last Sunday. Such good pals.