T-ball and Flowers.

My little guy loves all things "boy" and he loves his flowers. He can probably tell you more about them than I could. Until we planted his own Bleeding Heart, if I couldn't find him outside I knew to go over to our neighbor's where I would inevitably find him crouched

on her porch gazing at hers.

He's such a force and has such passions.
There are times that I am in awe of his ability to charge into the unknown without any reservation. Like last night, on our way to his first T-ball game... yet, he still took time to smell the flowers.

We were so proud of him.
He did so well. He listened, played hard, was a good sport and had fun.

I love this little guy....

And his biggest fan.