A Sunday morning...

It's Sunday morning and I'm scrubbing the kitchen with country music blasting when Max knocks on the sliding door, he has something to show me...

This is a boy who has broken two doors off the hinges, multiple baby gates, he even broke the tongue depressor at the doctor's office last week...with his tongue. 

But you would never know it watching him hold this ladybug on a blade of grass. 

So careful, holding it so delicately. 

We spend some time with his new friend before he runs off again, helping Daddy dig holes and pull weeds. And I'm left pondering how very gentle we should be with the precious things in life, amazed that such a little boy already knows.