I know, I know...I am very late in posting this event, and so I’m going to post date this blog...because I just can’t stand for my posts to be out of order. I’ve come to discover that I often think about blogs I want to post. Many I even “write” in my head. But few ever actually make it to the WWW. So much to do and so little time...and quite honestly, by the time I have a moment to sit at the computer uninterrupted, my brain simply stops working. Seriously. I suddenly can’t think of one single thing I had “written” in my head all day! All my deep thoughts, ramblings, and processing are gone. Simply gone. But anyway...all of that is for another blog...that quite frankly will never get written! :)
This post is about my BOY! My first born. My EIGHT year old son. I simply can’t believe he’s eight. I very clearly remember preparing for his arrival. I very clearly remember the 18 or so hours of labor...unmedicated labor...yes, my choice.
- rocking him to sleep.
- wondering if he’d ever fall asleep for a nap.
- his sweet little hand patting my back as he rested on my shoulder.
- watching him fearlessly explore and discover at the park.
- helping him process his frustration when the golf ball he was trying to hit wouldn’t go as far as he wanted it to...he was 2 1/2!
- him becoming a big brother and generously giving to his sister. He could make her smile and laugh like no other.
- watching him stack all his toys on the couch so he could “vacuum” with the pretend vacuum cleaner. The boy knew how to clean!
- his first year of pre-school.
- watching him fall in love with the idea of adoption and his second sister, though we didn’t even know who she was.
- watching him play organized sports for the first time. He almost cried when the first practice was over because he didn’t want it to end!
- him loving all things Buzz Lightyear!
- the excitement he experienced as we traveled to China to meet Abigail for the first time! (He’s a great world traveler!)
- him making breakfast for the girls while I was so sick with my third pregnancy. He was 4! The milk puddles and spilled cereal didn’t bother me one bit! I was so thankful for his help!
- him being thankful that Lilly was a girl so he could still do his special “boy” things with Dad without a baby boy tagging along.
- teaching him to ride his bike without training wheels.
- his first day of Kindergarten! Oh how I missed him!
- his generous and loving heart continuing to be revealed in so many ways...sweet notes/pictures, thoughtful gifts or actions, putting others before himself, the sweet, sweet prayers he prayed...
- 1st grade flying by.
- his first spelling list and how I couldn’t believe he was old enough to take a spelling test!!!
- 2nd grade coming even quicker.
- him welcoming Joshua home with open arms and willingly sharing his space and his toys with his new little brother.
I do love my Daniel! I can’t wait to see how the Lord uses his energy and passion coupled with his tender and generous heart. What a gift he is....I’m so very grateful to be his mommy!
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