A Friday Flashback

Last night I was downloading pictures from one computer to another (thanks Jeff for my laptop) and looking at the pictures started bringing up awesome memories that I've never found time to write down. I think I'll try and write at least one down every week and call it my Friday Flashback.
This weeks story is about darling little Jaxon. I love this picture of him, he's got my glasses on upside-down and is reading scriptures. (At least someone dusted them off and looked at the pages.)

One night when Jax was about 3, I woke up in the middle of the night to the sound of silverware clanking on dishes. I wandered bleary eyed to the kitchen to see who, or what, the culprit was. I was hoping it wasn't a drunk stranger who had mistaken my home for is own or a large rat with table manners. What I found was adorable. Little Jaxon, in the cutest fuzzy blue footed jammies, standing on the counter. He had managed to find himself a bowl, poured himself a healthy sized serving of chocolate chips and was eating it with a spoon. Standing in the kitchen lit only by the light on the range hood I thought how beautiful and innocent he looked.. I will never forget how his little dimples melted my heart. We sat and ate some chocolate chips together, had a drink of milk and then went back to bed. That was certainly my kind of midnight snack and the best company to share it with.