A Grandson Named Jonathan

Today is Jonathan's fourth birthday! And what a fine boy he is. We just got back from visiting him and I enjoy being with him so much--he's sweet and tries hard to be good for his mama. I loved watching him play for hours with his Legos and reading stories, and shopping for Christmas decorations, watching him get a nice big boy haircut, and sitting with him in church. He helped me decorate the Christmas tree and he did such a good job, very painstaking approach! Jonathan says some pretty funny things--many are winners that need to go down in his baby book--what a delightful, bright boy. One such conversation went like this,

"Grandma, I'm really a girl."
"You are not Jonathan! You have a gun."
"Grandma, girls can go shooting with their dads and have guns."
"Well, you've got a cowboy room."
"Girls can be cowgirls too Grandma."
"Well, you've got a penis."

With that, a big huge grin showed up on his face and his eyes twinkled. End of conversation.

Yesterday his Pop-Pop sent him the followiing poem in an e-card--I thought it was darling! (Fred calls him Mr. McGee.)

There is a boy up in Burney named McGee,
This past year his number was three.
He's a boy I adore,
And he's made it to four,
So have a great birthday from me!

Today I remember Jonathan's birth, and the miracle of life and how precious he is to his parents and to us... And how precious he is to Jesus.