It isn’t just the title of a song that my sister and I affectionately butcher from time to time. Tonight, or maybe I should refer to it as early morning, I am reflecting on the amazing things that God has done in my life. It is eleven years now since my oldest child was born.
11 years of changes and challenges that I never could have imagined before they came.
My son asked me if I would wake him up at the exact time that he turned 11 this morning. We decided against that, but I did offer to come up and whisper it in his ear, which I did a few minutes ago. I should probably be in bed too, but I just couldn’t go to sleep without taking a few moments to take in these moments.
Jonathan has been a blessing to us from day one. He came very unexpectedly, a whole month early for his projected due date, and was born as a miracle indeed. We couldn’t even realize fully at the time what a miracle it really was. That night is filled with crazy moments and funny stories and one amazing tiny boy capped the whole thing off. He isn’t so little anymore and I imagine he will end up looking down at me in a few years; a far cry from that small baby we held.
He is very much like his daddy and that can be a scary thing. There are certainly differences between us, but anyone who knows us well can see a lot of me in him. He loves to go with me to Bible study at the church and anywhere else I can take him. I remember taking him with me when I worked as a contractor several years ago, and how he tried to help me fix the machines I was working on. He had a couple of “tools” of his own and was so proud to help his daddy. I look forward to sharing many more of those moments, but I can’t help but realize how quickly this time flies away as well. Where once we carried a little baby home from the hospital, we now have a boy growing into a young man. And I am so proud of how he has grown. I am still intent on savoring every moment and every memory as they are made and lived.
Happy Birthday, Jonathan. I love you very much.