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.
