Monday, December 13

White Feather

Tonight, while cuddling our eldest son, I asked him if he needed any help getting gifts for his siblings for Christmas.
"Well..." eight year old Andrew began in his slow deliberate manner, "I made a spear for Aiden. And for Annaliese..." a pause... "and for Ella."
Immediately I remembered the apple tree suckers I had seen propped inside the kitchen door yesterday afternoon, ends whittled precisely to a fine point, and smiled to myself.
"Ooookay... so we need to get something for Chase?" I asked him. "Would you like to buy something or is there something you have that you could give him?"
"Well..." he began again thoughtfully... "I did find a really nice white chicken feather..."

Sean and I were laughing over this tonight when I told him the story. Only Andrew would love a chicken feather and consider it a beautiful treasure worthy of passing on to his little brother.
Absolutely love this boy of ours and his never ending wonder and appreciation of God's world.

3 comments:

Bonnie said...

Finally heading to bed after gettingmy little Mr. Wide-a-Awake to sleep, and stopped for a moment at the computer.
So glad I did, this is the sweetest post I have read anywhere in a long time!
My then 2 year old wanted to make Daddy a gun last year. Couldn't quite figure out why I said that might not happen.

I hope Chase likes his feather!

Patricia said...

This is so precious.... a must to write in your journal.

Jaime @ Like a Bubbling Brook said...

I love it! Perfect for tickling with! :)