My husband declined the opportunity for overtime today because we had a birthday to celebrate. I love my kids’ birthdays. I always have! Celebrating their special day, taking them out to the restaurant of their choice for dinner (or lunch, as we did today), inviting extended family in, and watching them blow out the candles and open their gifts – I love it all!
I enjoyed Will’s birthday today, too, in spite of the fact that my youngest, my baby, is now thirteen. Thirteen!
You may, or may not, be familiar with Will’s story. This morning, I re-read that post, which I wrote a few years ago, and all sorts of emotions flooded my heart. I even laughed when I read how ravenously he nursed once his tummy was rid of the dried blood that had pooled there after this birth. He eats every bit as ravenously now!
I love this boy! I love having been a part of what the Lord has done in his life thus far. Even though the thought of my “baby” now being a teen might almost make me weepy, I didn’t shed a tear. I’m looking forward to all the wonderful things that the Lord has in store for this young man.
Besides, at almost six feet tall (he’s 5′ 11 1/4″), I can hardly keep calling him my baby.
Happy birthday, William!