Just a few moments ago I was sitting on my couch feeding my little boy and looking into his big blue eyes and for just a second I saw the big boy he is going to become. He's wearing overalls and shoes that are a bit too big for him today and my minds eye jumped forward to a 4 year old in the same clothes with a cap on sideways or something and I couldn't help but smile. Visions of T-ball and tricycles danced in my head and I was reminded again how good God is. How he answered my secret (Well not extremely publicized) desire for a son. I love little girls, but to me there is nothing that makes me smile bigger than a naughty little boy. Not the obnoxious terrible child naughty, just the "get into trouble" Dennis the Menace kind of naughty. The kind of naughty that most little boys can't help being. Curious and energetic and just plain fun.
Thank you Lord, for giving me a son. I love him from the tips of his hair to the toes of his stinky little feet. You've put a miracle in my life, you've made me a mother, you've made us a family and for J. and his birthfamily I thank you.