Thanksgiving

Yesterday morning little mister came in while I was doing my makeup and asked me: Liz, do you want to help me make a gingerbread house? He was so excited that how could I resist? Little mister is, how do you say, very particular about things, but he told me as I was frosting the little roof: Make sure you stay in the lines, but it's okay if you don't. 

Photo cred: Le Fiancé. 

For lunch he pulled out a lunchable and said, "Liz, do you love pizza?" "I do love pizza." "Do you want me to make you one?" You better believe he sat right down and made me a little pizza. 

See, the thing about this particular 5-year-old is that he is so open to inviting me to participate in the fun things going on in his life. He doesn't care as much what we're doing. He only cares that we're doing it together. I never realized when I met this little guy how much he would teach me about generosity and thoughtfulness. The ways he would inspire me to be less selfish, more giving, more inclusive and more open to the love of my Heavenly Father.  I have a lot to be grateful for indeed.  

Photo cred: Little Mister.