JP's snow white hair and piercing blue eyes still dazzle with innocence, though I know these days are numbered too. His tender heart and his eternal love for his siblings are one of my greatest joys. JP's questions often cause me to pause … what does 'embarrass' mean?; when animals die and go to Heaven, do they get wings or do they turn into human angels?; why does that man have mosquito bites all over his face? (referring to a 16 year old with pustular acne). JP is thoughtful and kind.
JP is beginning to read. He loves Legos, puzzles, and SuperHeroes. He still lets me pick out his clothes. His sense of direction is far superior to his father's and his photographic memory (almost) surpasses his mother's. He can ride his bike really fast and he has a good soccer dribble. He prefers dark chocolate and salsa over anything else.
JP is both courageous and timid. He is a leader and a follower. He makes me smile. And laugh. He makes me want to be a better mom.
I wish I could freeze time.

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