A Pretty Good Life

My oldest is 7. He may only be seven in age, yet I call him an old soul.

There's something about him that keeps me going. I'm not even sure I can put my finger on it. He has a unique way of looking at life, and sees things I don't. Simply put, he has a way with words.

Last week, as I drove us to run some errands, Griffin said something that caught me off guard.

"I've sure had a good life, Mom."

I wasn't sure what to think of that one. His life was just getting started at only 7 years old. What was he talking about? So, I asked him. Here's how it went:

Me: What do you mean, Griff?

G: I was just thinking, and if you ask me, I have had a good life. Gotten to do some fun things.

Me: Oh yeah, like what?

G: Like "family nights" on Fridays, and I went to my first concert over the summer, I got to be on the big screen at the Colts game, and I've even been in a parade. Pretty good life.

Fast-forward to yesterday, when he and his little brother ran outside to play in the snow. I bundled them up, and watched the snowballs zip through the air as they had their first snowball fight.

Twenty minutes later, they trailed in snow from their boots and sat down for some hot chocolate in the kitchen. Griffin took his first sip and said...

"Ahhhh, I've waited for this my whole life."

His WHOLE life? He's seven.

"Waited for what," I asked?

"For the winter season. For snow. For hot cocoa. It doesn't get better than this, Mom."

I'm not sure where he gets it. But, I love seeing the world through his window.