It seems strange that we are back here again, celebrating another one of your birthdays. Didn’t I just watch you turn 2?
But as I look back over the last year, I am overwhelmed by the differences in you. You, my son, are no longer a baby. I guess you already knew that since you remind me so often that you are a “big boy.” I still call you baby though. I can’t help myself.
You were suppose to be my last, but the current baby inside my belly is taking that position. You are instead destined to be the middle child–a role I think God placed you in with great care and consideration.
You will be a magnificent middle child. Why, you ask… Continue reading To My Son, on His 3rd Birthday