One of the Boys

On our snow day yesterday, dad's friends Michael and Dan came over and took Noah out to play in the snow.

They taught him to make a snowball and played catch with him for awhile.

And Noah was so happy.

Then off the big boys went to get into a big snowball fight. And here was Noah, watching and waiting. Saying over and over, "uh-oh, ball fall down," hoping one of the big boys would come back to throw it to him again. I tried to get him to throw it to me but it was no use. His heart was set on playing with the boys.

Does this make anyone else misty eyed?

Eventually he moved forward, slowly inch by inch, until he was back with the boys.

And his little voice was barely audible, "uh-oh ball fall down." But the boys would stop their game and throw him the snowball.

And Noah was so happy.

When we brought him in after he was laughing and jumping around. I think he loved his first adventure in the snow. And even more, getting to play with the big boys.