No More Two-Year-Old

I've been watching the clock today, waiting for 4:00 p.m. It's not that our youngest was born then, but 4:00 was the time we checked in to the hospital to induce. 4:00 was the time when we knew we would soon meet him. And less than eight hours later - at 11:52 p.m. - he was born.

That is the boy we celebrate today!

Although it was less than three years ago that he looked like this...

Today, he looks like this...

And he is sheer delight.

This boy is rarely without a smile or a hug. And if he is without them, just wait, give him a minute or two and things will change. His face lights up easily, his heart opens easily.

There was a point where we thought that we might not try to have another child, that one would be enough. I look at this now three-year-old and I wonder how we would have existed without him. How could we have thought that our lives would be complete without this youngest child?

I look at him and I am again awed that I get the privilege of loving him, of raising him, of being his mommy!

Happy Birthday, my sweet boy!