The lines have fallen to me in pleasant places; Indeed, my heritage is beautiful to me. Psalm 16:6

Thursday, January 24, 2008

Happy Birthday, My Little Love

One year ago, right at this minute, I was waiting so anxiously for you to come. We didn't know, your Daddy and I, if you were a girl or a boy. But we sure wanted to meet you. So very, very much. When you finally came, and the doctor stated loudly, "It's a boy!" I was beyond thrilled. Daddy looked at me, and I at him, and he said, "Kurt." I nodded.

I praise God that you are the fifth baby to bless this home. I praise God that you are healthy. I praise God for the charming way you bat your eyes at me, or the way you love to receive praise from your older siblings who adore you almost as much as I. You bring joy into our days. You make us laugh. And you constantly remind me of God's goodness and love, that He would let me have you for this short time.

May the Lord help your Daddy and I raise you to know Him and love Him. May God have mercy upon you, little boy, and call you to be a follower of the Savior, Jesus Christ.

Happy birthday, my little man. Your Mommy loves you so!

There is an enduring tenderness in the love of a mother to a son that transcends all other affections of the heart.

– Washington Irving , writer


Shari said...

Oh. What a precious baby boy. We are a homeschooling family with 5 kids, too.

Nan said...

Aww!! What a cutie! They grow too fast don't they?

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