This boy is my sidekick. He's still young enough to want to hang with mom and dad on our Friday night dates. He's quick to run to the storage room for a much-needed food item. He's patient and kind and loves to help his dad solve daily word puzzles. And he's good. He can glance at some letters and tell you very quickly what the word should be. He's got a pretty large streak going on Duolingo as he is trying to learn Russian, and he's a mean pickleball player. I would love to get a few more points on him.
He also had a birthday. For his birthday he wanted nothing more than a trip to Lagoon and Texas Roadhouse with his cousin Ian. I told him he might need to pick one of those two, but dad is a softy and we did both.
In addition to a birthday, he's also graduated from elementary to junior high, won the schoolwide spelling bee, and got some swag from Kangaroo Math (an online math competition he's been doing for a few years).
The day after his birthday we finally made it to the temple for the first time to do baptisms for the dead.
I couldn't ask for a better child to bring up the rear.
“While our generation will be comparable in wickedness to the days of Noah, when the Lord cleansed the earth by flood, there is a major difference this time: God has saved for the final inning some of His stronger and most valiant children, who will help bear off the kingdom triumphantly. … You are the generation that must be prepared to meet your God.”
“The final outcome is certain—the forces of righteousness will finally win. But what remains to be seen is where each of us personally, now and in the future, will stand in this battle—and how tall will we stand?” (President Ezra Taft Benson)
This boy of mine stands very tall. He knows what is right and he does what is right. He is good to the very core.
