Matthew

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.