Old Soul

I walked outside the other day and found my little man cruising around in his Gator like he was on a Sunday afternoon stroll. He stopped to take in the scenery, looked at random rocks, plants, or trees, and took his sweet time doing every bit of it. I have often said he moves like a little old man, never hurrying. Chad and I say he doesn't have a hurry-up bone in his body, bless his heart. When I watched him it came to my mind that he has what I like to call an Old Soul. He is so sweet and so kind (most of the time), and just reminds me of a sweet little old man some days with his kind words and serious thoughts. He never knew I was there until the last minute or so. That's when he flashed me a big ole grin! Life Is Good!