It seems like yesterday I was holding my beautiful baby boy  for the first time. He was stout – weighing over eight pounds despite being three weeks early!  At age eleven, random strangers assumed he was a teenager. Today, he is twelve! He is now as tall as I am and weighs as much. He is, and always has been, very active. He loves playing the piano. In fact, he plays all. the. time. He joyfully plays for church when our regular pianist is away, which is a blessing.

He also loves being around people. He would talk the hind leg off a mule if I let him try. I love that about him, though. He is friendly, helpful and enthusiastic about everything. Since he was a baby, he has started each day with a smile. He is always happy to face a new day. The only thing that sometimes brings him down is math, but I can understand that. 🙂

I remember when I found out that I was having a boy, I was a little scared. Lauren was almost three, and I wasn’t sure if a boy and girl could play together well. When I told my parents that I was having a boy, my dad said, “Good. Terry needs to have a son.” Dad was right. That son has made us so happy. He and Lauren have been close friends since the day he came home from the hospital.  As is often the case, my worry was for nothing.

I am thankful to see the Lord working in Mitchell’s life. He is far from perfect, but he has a tender heart for the things of the Lord. There have been times that he has confessed sin to me and his dad – sin that we wouldn’t have known about otherwise – and he has come to us with a broken heart. I pray he will forever stay close to the Lord and do His will. That is my whole reason for living, to help my children learn to walk in truth.

I hope you don’t mind if I share a dozen photos of my guy? Thanks for indulging me.

 

 

 

Happy 12th birthday to my strong, smart and sweet Mitchell! I love you.