Last month, he turned 6…
How dare he!
My heart could hardly believe the day had come and he was now six. The age where a child begins to move from little boy to big boy. The day when you can no long hold up one hand to show your age, but you must use two. The age, I’ve discovered, where opinions become a little stronger, humor becomes a little funnier, and love, grace and patience must run deeper for the both of us.
He was thrilled to turn six, and he wanted a sports party. So a sports party we had. Out to get doughnuts with dad in the morning, day of school and Lego-playing, and then a party with a group of boys he calls friends that afternoon.
Birthdays are special, because they are special days just for you. A day to celebrate the life God has given, the life God is shaping, and another year we have shared together.
Liam, the moment you came into this world and took your first breath, you changed my life forever… you made me a mama. For these last six years you have taught me to love more deeply and rely on God more often. You have stretched me to uncomfortable places in trying to parent you as well as opened my eyes to a deep joy for the littlest things in life.
I love the heart God has given to you. One that longs to love Him deeply. One that loves to be around people. One that loves to learn and be challenged. One that is creative and full of imagination. One that is intense with emotion, whether it is pure joy or extreme frustration. God has made you just as He purposed, and I know He has grand plans for your life. You are my Liam, and I love you!
