Then and Now
(09.18.07 verses 09.18.09)
Today our baby boy turned 2 years old.
Thats 104 weeks.
Or 730 days.
Or 525660 hours.
Or ... well, you get the point.
I guess that means he's not really called a baby anymore.
He's graduated to toddler status now.
But, as a mom, he'll always be MY baby.
For those who know us well, you know it took us 6 years and 2 losses to finally get our Easton.
When I call him my "miracle" it's because he is. He survived. He thrived. He is here.
Easton was prayed for, interceded for, fasted about, and brought before the Lord more times that I will ever know of ... all before he was ever in my womb. The Lord answered our prayers. Psalm 139:13
I pray that our son grows up to be a strong man of God. I pray he follows the path that is narrow and that is hard. I pray that he perserveres with integrity. I pray that he guards his heart, and then opens it completely for the right woman. I pray he leads his home with spiritual authority. I pray these things NOW ... because as we all know, our children grow before our eyes way faster than we'd ever hoped.
I won't get emotional and tell you how much I love it that he still plays with my hair while he goes to sleep .... or how much I don't mind when he cries in the middle of the night so I HAVE to pull him in bed with us ... I won't do it. I just won't. I won't tell you how I am in denial that he's moving up into another size clothes and it breaks my heart. Nope, not gonna do it :)