Our Five-Year-Old

Just like this, I have a 5-year-old. It doesn't seem fair... even if this growing boy does make me proud. I love my Gabriel-Boy.

And I am so proud to see him growing and loving. Like when I can see the wheels in his head turning and he makes the right choice. Like when he gushes and mushes all over Aubrey because he's absolutely in love with her. Like when he says, "No, Jesus didn't stay dead. He rose again because He is more powerful than death."

My Gabriel Sinclair:

:: would spend 59 minutes of every hour of every day drawing and coloring and writing if I let him. The remaining minutes would be spent telling me about what he was creating.

:: is still a bit of a loner. His best friend in the world is Uncle Merrick, who he adores. If Merrick likes something, Gabriel likes it. Period.

:: asked for salmon for his birthday dinner. When I asked him what else he wanted with that, his response was, "Maybe candy corn?" (Yeah, nice try, buddy. It might be your birthday but we still have a few boundaries around here!)

:: works hard when he has a goal before him. He has a good grasp of time and so he is not put off by a reward only coming once a month or so but continues to work diligently, counting down the days as he goes.

:: has made great strides in the area of obedience. He still struggles with responding properly when disappointed (I don't know where he got that from!), but generally understands that when told to do something, he must do it.

:: adores his littlest sister. He likes Bronwyn and Jackson, too, but he's got something special for Aubrey. The way he showers her with love and affection is wonderful. And he's great to have around to entertain her in those fussy-but-Mama's-got-to-finish-dinner moments.

:: has a sincere little boy desire to love and obey God. This is the best thing of all.

Happy Birthday, Gabriel!