It seems like yesterday we were racing to the hospital.
As we speak, he's stealing cookies and toys from his cousins, babbling a bunch of mess that he thinks we understand, being a comedian, climbing, running, jumping, singing (he loves to sing)......
He is a typical two year old.
He loves life.....and snacks. Life IS snacks when you're a two year old. Snacks and wrestling with daddy.
We are on vacation. I took a typing break to watch the madness that is all these kids running around playing. I watched him eat a popsicle, drink some juice and whack his daddy in the head which ensued a wrestling match. S0 my previous sentence was accurate. Snacks.....and wrestling.
I'm just telling you - there is something so sweet and different about what I feel for him - my son. It's special.
My prayer for him is that he'd become a strong, courageous man who loves the Lord. In whatever role God places him.....son, brother, husband, father.....I want his life to be a reflection of Christ.
A cookie stealing sinner - saved by grace.
So for now - we discipline the behaviors of a typical two year old. We watch and wait for character training opportunities as he grows older. We pray for his heart to be softened and molded into something Christ-like. And we soak up every minute - because they are fleeting.
He is my blonde haired blue eyed baby boy - and he always will be.
Even when his diaper droops to the ground - full of poop - stinking up the whole room - while I type blog posts...
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