Thursday, July 17, 2008

An Endless Supply




Noah: (looking out the window) Mama, do the plants ever run out of oxygen?


Mama: No, sweetie, they just keep making more and keep sending it out into the world.


Noah: I thought so. It's kind of like how you never run out of kisses and the sky never runs out of stars.


Mama: (!!!) ...Yeah, Baby, it's kinda like that.

6 comments:

gpc said...

What a treasure. I am so glad that Noah is in your family where his sensitive 'old soul' will be nurtured and directed. His sweetness again brings tears to my eyes.

Alexis Jacobs said...

What a sweet post. I love the picture. Did you take it?

Snowbird said...

Awww. Dang, I keep reading all of these blogs today that are bringing tears to my eyes. Gail is right. Noah does have an old soul. But what a great old soul. I'm proud to be his Beyuh.

Cindy said...

Awww... how sweet is that?!

Amy@UWM said...

Very sweet. Hey, thanks again for all your help on SL today. I have a cousin just like you. She was an associate producer in a theater company BK (before kids). Now she's at home with their three little boys. I'm a theater buff myself.

Rachel Schell said...

what a sweet little boy. :) love what he said.