This son was one ding-dang cute first-grader, I'll tell you. When my husband and I took a gander at his school picture that year, we just about died. The expression on his face gave a whole new meaning to the term "wide-eyed." His teacher was Sr. Ann, who had all five of our boys when they were in first grade--because even though there were two classes for each grade and students were supposed to be randomly placed between the two teachers, Sister liked getting to know all the siblings in the big families and she was good at getting her way. At our first parent-teacher conference with Sr. Ann the year she had son #4, she told us how much she loved him and how much she loved his picture. "Oh, those eyes of his! God love him, those big blue eyes!" she gushed.
Yeah, they were big all right!
Ahhh...those were the days, were they not?
Keep those prayers coming, if you wouldn't mind. Hopefully the time will fly and before we know it, he'll be on his way back home...with this same crazy-joyful look on his face.