my Marshall knows one thing.
The boy's a runner.
Has been since he first got up on his feet and went.
He could run and jump with both feet clear off the ground before his first birthday.
He used to run in a circle, same direction, same path to the point that I thought he would wear a path in the carpet.
When he got big enough for us to ask him about what he was doing when he ran like that, he would always say he was "thinking".
While he was running, he would flap his little arms and alternate between touching his bottom lip and his ear.
He even got to where he would ask me if he could think before he started to run.
Sigh. I love this little guy with the curly hair.
When he was just a wee guy, he would run and think and then take little breaks to scratch his ear with the zipper on the sofa pillow. Then he would go right back to it.
He would recruit company if he were feeling lonely.
He would run over you if you were in his way.
He took running breaks while on vacation.
(His secret to being fast? Don't let either foot touch the ground.)
And when he was super excited (like Daddy coming home from deployment) and there was no where to run, he would jump. A lot. To the point where you would think his muscles would be sore.
Know what?
He's 9 and still sometimes I catch him running in circles, flapping his hands, touching his ear and "thinking".
I have so many hearts in my eyes for this boy.
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