Aged Seven Years

Oh, the Beef.

I look back on baby pictures of my buddy and can clearly see him.

 His personality. 

Mannerisms. 

Tastes. 

His curiosity. 

He wears it all. Lays it out for the whole world to see.

He can't contain how he feels. Or what he is thinking.

It has been there all along. 

And only looking back, through old photos do I get to engulf all that is Anders.

He is my loudest child, so far. He loves to laugh, be silly and grab the center stage. He loves to have people around him. Playing. Always playing. And he has lots to say. And lots of questions. Questions that come so fast he can't quite spit them out. He is my interviewer, detective even. Always questioning and throwing in important facts (Ady had the front seat the last two times!) that are very crucial to his well being. Anders allows emotion to gobble him up and hold him. He processes things around him very personally and wants a good reason for everything he is asked to do. I call him my master negotiator. In his mind, every "no" is negotiable. He loves to cuddle. To be affectionate. To be held and close. He is a social little guy, unafraid to introduce himself to new friends. He has a big heart. He wraps his arms around his brother and sisters. He looks out for them. He is a great helper. Even through complaining, he gets the work done and often is the fastest.

It's hard to believe my little guy is seven.