Matthew turned 8-years-old this weekend. He got his ceremonial jack knife like his brothers did at 8. When I went into his room that night this is what I found.
His wolf t-shirt, cutoff shorts, his Swiss Army, and his new camo hat, all ready to roll for the next morning. It was quintessential Matthew. He is a wonderful person who I grow to love more every day. Put him outside in this outfit and he's like a pig in slop. You might not see him for hours, even days. I have loved watching how God has knit him to be just exactly . . . Matthew.