Most little boys want to be a cowboy. Woody, from Disney’s Toy Story, is the ultimate hero. And so now it is with Case. In this way, as in so many others as of late, he’s just like almost every other little boy.
Walking around downtown Gatlinburg during spring break, we came upon a boot store. As we looked around, there it was.
Case was so happy when we put it on his head and said he could get it. But that’s where the “typical boy” kicked in.
“Mommy, can you find some boots for me? Please?”
Well… I hadn’t planned on it, but there we were, pulling out all the stops to find cowboy boots for a boy who, without miraculous intervention, wouldn’t have known what they were and couldn’t have asked for them.
He wore them in the hotel. He wore them with his pajamas (picture!). He wore them in the car. He kissed them.
He wants to wear his beloved boots to the hospital to show them to Dr. Muenzer.
My beloved little cowboy.