Did I already mention that I love this boy?! Recently he sat down on the kitchen table bench with a loud sigh and told me he wished he didn't have freckles. He said, "One day I'm going to be one big huge freckle because they just keep coming and coming. I'll have nothing left on my face but freckles. I hate them." It made me so sad to hear him tell me he was unhappy with his appearance. I love Eli's freckles. I told him each freckle was a kiss mark from me. Every time I kissed him he'd get a new freckle. I don't think that made him feel better.
My Eli is seven today. He is growing up. I hate having my kids grow up. One day Eli is going to be such a wonderful young man and I'm so excited to see what his future holds.