A Sappy Birthday Post

When you were young, and if you saw yourself as being a mommy someday (or daddy for my 3 male readers), did you envision what your child(ren) would look like?

And then when you met who you were to marry, did it give you another vision? Like, "Oh, look at that little, curly-haired girl. I bet that's what our daughter will look like!" Or, "See that little red-headed boy? That's what our son will look like!"

I did sometimes.

And as our children have grown, I see a little of us in each of them. Out of the three of them, though, Caleb is the one who is the most perfect blend of both of us. It's uncanny.










I used to try and convince everyone that he looks like me. Well, he does. But he also looks like Josh! I jokingly said to my mother-in-law one day, "People say he looks like Josh. People say he looks like me. Maybe Josh and I look alike?!" The truth is, God gave him a little of each of us. And it's perfect.

Today my sweet boy turns six.

Six.

How is that possible? How did I blink and find that my sweet little baby...












...is not a baby anymore.















When did my needy toddler become one who can make his own breakfast and lunch? The one who used to be unable to share...now finds joy in helping his sister in finding whatever she's looking for (even if it actually belongs to him).

He still needs correction. He still can push my buttons. His personality is more like Josh's you know! But I love him so very much. More than words can even say.

He has this compassionate side that I didn't know could exist in a little boy. When I have tears, he askes me what he can do to help. If his sister or brother are hurt, he wants to find their favorite toy to make it better. He has a gift of encouragement. Like when we were watching America's Got Talent, and as one of the singing competitors finished, I said, "She sounded nice," to which he replied, "Not as nice as you, Mommy!"

He still sits on my lap in the evenings as we watch a show together.

He still holds my hand where ever we go.

He still hugs me in front of anyone.

Those days may not be around for much longer. So as long as they are, I will hold him tight. I will keep his hand in mine. I will hug him as often as I can.

I love you so much, Caleb. You bring joy to my life, and I'm so thankful I'm your mom. Happy birthday sweet boy.