What this is really about...

It may seem that this blog is about my feelings and my trying to make sense of it all, and it is, but only because of what it's really about, my son.

Cody is a tremendous source of joy in my life. I will do everything in my power to give him the tools to be successful and happy. As much as it is up to me, he will be both, to the greatest extent possible.

Ever since he was born, he has been  full of life. Exuberant, energetic, bubbly, excited, inquisitive, brave, loving, tender, these are all things that describe him well. There is so much more to him than just these words though. I could never put into words everything he is or what he means to me.

I love to watch him explore. I love to watch him discover new things. I love to watch him overcome a fear he has. I love to watch him experience life to the fullest. He genuinely enjoys life.

He loves his brother, dearly, painfully sometimes. He loves his mother deeply. Sometimes, nothing makes him happier than just being in the same space as her. I know he loves me as well. I see it in his eyes. I hear it in his words. I feel it when he touches me. He tells me of this fact, often, sometimes when it's the last thing you'd expect to hear. He oozes love.

He is so excited to share the things he loves with you. Everything from Legos, Marvel superheroes, Star Wars, video games, drawings, pretending, to throwing rocks into the water. He wants you to experience the same joy he is experiencing.

He is imaginative. He can come up with some of the silliest questions, words, stories and ideas you could think of. He can get lost inside a drawing. He sees what he draws differently than some who may look at it. He sometimes draws, not just a static image, but draws it as it would appear over time. Sometimes there is so much stuff on top of what he originally drew, that it just looks like scribbles. But he can tell you exactly what is going on. He also sees other art in a way that I may not, at first. There was an abstract piece hanging at the doctors office. He told me they had a picture of a chicken. Once he said that, I immediately saw what he meant. It was then a chicken.

He enjoys dirt much in the same way that I did as a child. That makes him dirty sometimes, but it takes me back to my childhood. I can appreciate that aspect of him more than his mother can I believe. I love that he can have just as much fun with a stick and some dirt as he can with a video game or Lego set. Not just because it's cheaper...

I am reminded of Psalm 129 when I think of Cody. in part, it says, "I am fearfully and wonderfully made". He certainly is.

Here is a montage of photos I took of him, unscripted, just him being who he is. This was when he was 4.