big boy

Gray has never been a fan of the swings. Even as a baby, he didn't love them the way Miller did. And as he got older, he wanted absolutely NOTHING to do with the swings.

Yesterday we were at the park with Gray's friend Jake. Jake was swinging, and Gray made the bold move to try out the swings. He was nervous at first. And he didn't really want to go too high. But he did it. For a kid like Gray - who is shy and reserved, and hesitates to do many things that most little boys would do wildly before even considering the consequences - THIS was a big deal. (Mark calls this hesitation "Survival of the Fittest." I love how that man thinks sometimes.)

"I not scared mom. I a big boy." I swear, I almost melted. RIGHT. THERE.