Day 133 (5/13/11) - Our Pacifist Navy SEAL

Gavin is one tough, scrappy little boy.  Heck, he barely cried several months ago when he nearly severed his finger!  Now, since he still has that cute little clumsy toddler run, he'll often stumble and scrape his knees.  Or, he'll fall while trying to ride his (or Ryan's) bike and scrape an elbow or knee.  He's also gotten a few goose eggs from falling off a chair or while climbing on furniture or toys as he tries to reach something that's inaccessible.  On each of these occasions, if anything, he'll briefly whimper, then resume what he was doing.

Given how rugged he is, it always tickles us to see him doing something as gentle, peaceful, and tender as picking flowers.  To pass the time while Ryan plays tee ball, Gavin roams the grassy fields looking for dandelions.  In fact, I've documented several times over the past couple of weeks when he's gathered flowers.  He especially likes blowing dandelions and watching the seeds float away.  Regardless of whether he's a Navy SEAL, a pacifist, or anything in between, I hope the belief about blowing dandelion seeds is true (i.e., "when you wish upon a a dandelion and blow all the spores away, close your eyes, make a wish, and may they all come true some day") and that all of Gavin's dreams and wishes come true.