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You would think, having experienced 25 kid birthdays before today, that these events wouldn't surprise me anymore. And yet, as I sat across the table from my Andy, I couldn't believe it's been eight years already.
Andy was my easiest c-section, and he was born ready to take on the world. He (loudly) insisted on eating the very millisecond I was out of recovery and able to feed him. He had no patience for nurses trying to get blood samples from his heel, and consequently flipped himself right over after the first stick (much to the shock of the poor nurse!). He was a patient and content baby, and he is still my easygoing, go with the flow, happy, easy to please child.
I'm so pleased to see how the Lord is developing him. The last year has witnessed remarkable growth in his maturity in relating to his siblings, in his diligence with schoolwork, and in his love for the Church. He loves being with God's people. He loves helping within the church body. He loves coming to the Lord's Table. What a joy that is for this Momma to see.
Of course, I can't get too carried away or wax overly rhapsodic. These reflections came during the traditional "all request" birthday feast, for which Andy had requested spaghetti and meatballs. It is hard to focus overmuch on Andy's growing maturity when his lower face is completely covered in tomato sauce. |
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