He’s a middle child.
Not the firstborn, a wickedly smart and full of caring son who holds his own special place in the family. Not the youngest, a captivating daughter who also happens to be the first girl on either side of the family since her own mother was born.
He’s had to carve out his place and make that in-between position special.
And he’s done it all with attitude, an attitude that makes him shine.
He’s been with us for three weeks this summer and I’ve probably heard this a thousand times but it always makes me stop and listen.
Because sometimes, when you’re a middle child and the family cacophony is loud, you just have to stop people and let them know you have something to say!
Oh man, your heart (and hands) must be so full!!!
Looks like a Sweetie, for sure!
Oh, he is adorable! Wonderful photos and beautiful tribute to your grandson. Thanks for joining the challenge!