My beautiful friend Carrie sent me a card with that quote, and I love it. (She asked me to be in her wedding in that card, and I love that too, but that's not the point here.)
Aidan very much reminds me of that. He marches to the beat of his own drummer. I told him I wanted to take a picture of him with his backpack for the first day of school, and this was the closest to a portrait I could get. He wanted fighting pictures (Bey Blades "Blay Blayers"). He wanted to see the pictures after I took them, and he loves them. It's smack-on Aidan.
His teacher sent home a form to send out to tell our hopes and concerns about our kids. I have lots of both, but my biggest hope/concerns is that he's so beautifully unfiltered - so happy and confident in himself, not knowing or caring what is cool. I hope that the other or big kids don't beat that out of him; I want him to stay so gloriously dorky, so himself - so honestly cool.
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