You didn't really think I'd write about anything else today, did you?
That's right, it is Emmett's first birthday! And as our plans include a late night at the drive-in, I thought I'd post early.
Quite frankly, our little one-year-old doesn't seem too stoked about his big milestone, but the rest of us sure are. I know it's cliche, but it's tough to believe that little guy I plucked from his crib this morning, whining about breakfast, mouth filled with teeth, head filled with recently trimmed hair, is the same little bundle of joy I first held in my arms one year ago.
Back then, he was red and slimy and what Philip and believe to be the cutest newborn we had ever seen. Micaiah seemed beautiful at the time, but looking back at pictures, she was just goofy looking. But not this boy. He was plain cute from Day One (or so we thought).
Those greatest moments there in the beginning were when it was just the two of us, little man and I, snuggled in the hospital bed, him laying next to me, curled into the tiniest ball imaginable while we just slept.
These days life with him only seems to get more difficult by the week, but I'm so eager to see how our little man grows up into a real-life man, ready to take on the world.
Please continue to pray with us as we take further steps into this parenting journey that will bring us to the day when he is ready to leave our home, hopefully prepared for the world ahead with strength, kindness and truth.
"Do not let kindness and truth leave you; bind them around your neck, write them on the tablet of your heart, so you will find favor and good repute in the sight of God and man." Proverbs 3:3-4