Superhero, super kid

The first born has really been growing up lately. I swear each morning when we wake up and I walk in to check on the kiddos, Deacon just looks completely different than he did the day before.

He holds REAL conversations. He asks tough questions. He knows how to whine with the best of them.

I keep asking myself where the time went and how can it be that I almost have a kindergartner in my home?! I just pray that there are moments where his "little" self comes through again, so I can relive the beauty of the last four years he has been with us. Then as cued perfectly, Deacon transforms into a superhero:





I just sat and watched him pretend to fight off the bad guys and I think he really thought he was a legit super hero!



I giggled at how he would throw his arms up and "fly" and that he would pucker up his lips to make the "woosh" flying sound:





I loved how he took the PERFECT superhero stance, like our driveway was his 'city' and he was overlooking it to make sure the citizens were safe.







He then flew over to me and said, "hang on momma, I've got you!" I loved being rescued by my super hero super kid!



I am so thankful for those sweet little moments where I get to see him as a real kid, not just a growin'-up-too-cool-to pretend kid.