I stumbled upon this photo this morning and for some reason it really moved me.
I've always loved the saying "standing on the shoulders of giants". You can't see it very well but in this photo, C. is standing on all the names he has written. Everyone in our family. No one is perfect...but to a little kid, everyone is a giant. This is a very magic time in our little boy's life. There will come a day; a moment when the little boy will be gone and in his shoes stands a man. Childhood should be magical for every kid. Mine was. I was pretty lucky, magic lingered with me for quite a long time and I was mystified by the simplist of things.