OK, so I brag about my kids. I think every good dad does. I just had to share the new pictures we had taken this evening.
Jackson is twelve - and will be thirteen in a few weeks.
He is King of the Thrift Store, has a knack for making people laugh, an aversion to mathematics, and has been an adult since birth. He loves the prayer room, wifi and all things Apple.
Jackson was born in Kingsport, Tennessee and spoke with an atrocious East Tennessee accent when we moved to Cincinnati shortly after his fourth birthday.
He is an budding public speaker and excellent, albeit quirky, writer. You can follow his journey here..
Grayson is eight.
Gray was born in East Tennessee as well, but we moved to Cincinnati shortly thereafter, so he's more buckeye than volunteer.
Enamored with exploration, he can take all the fun out of a Lewis & Clark documentary with his steady commentary on how the filmmakers got it wrong. He is a research librarian's worst day on the job. He is also an animal lover and recently hosted a backyard funeral for a road-killed squirrel.
Grayson has a heart for justice - we found out just this summer that his name mean's "son of the Judge", and we see it prominently in his character. Scalia and Alito have nothing on Grayson - some day he'll be inside the windows of that Supreme Court building looking out.
Zion is four.
He is the only one of the three whose name regularly gets altered...in his case, to ZB, the coolest initials anywhere.
ZB is a musician to the core. He graduated from cardboard guitars to the mini sized acoustics and electric that he plays now. Since he was 3, he would take his guitars to the House of Prayer and play along with whoever was leading worship. He is also a pretty kickin' drummer.
Zion is a merciless tease. His favorite game is to hide Jackson's posessions and then send Jackson on wild goose chases around the house in pursuit of the stuff. "Jackson, I think I put the remote control...under my bed!" Jackson runs to look under the bed and finds nothing...only to hear Zion giggling "Oh....I forgot. It's downstairs!" What we all know is it's probably not downstairs either.
Obviously, we're proud of our boys. They make life big fun around here.