My oldest baby turned 7 recently. SEVEN!!! As in, he's been alive for 70% of a decade! It's surreal, that's what it is. I can still remember the day of his birth so clearly.
The names of all the visitors who came to see us on his big day...
The names of the nurses who aided in his delivery...
The way he weighed a teensy 6 lbs. 8 oz...
The way Jason passed out cold when I got my epidural...
(I'll let that one sink in a minute. It was special. And it was a lesson LEARNED.)
I keep threatening to put bricks on Micah's head to keep him from getting any bigger. I might try it if I thought there was the slightest chance it would work.
Unfortunately, we were so busy with family birthday bidness yesterday (I actually started working on this post 6/29) that I didn't get to post and tell everyone how amazingly exceptional this guy is. So I'm going to do it now. Because he is truly amazing.
Micah is one of the smartest children I know. And I don't say that because he's mine. I say it because I know a lot of children.
His brain is always thinking, and even though he can be a little random at times (I wonder where he gets that quality? I need to clean out the fridge. So where was I?) he asks questions and comes up with ideas that are far beyond his years.
Like the idea that, when he grows up, he's going to open a restaurant for people who aren't hungry and don't want to eat. That way they have a place to go and hang out and they don't have to pay anything.
Because who wants to just stay home?
Folks, that strain of brilliance can only be explained by good genetics.
His heart is tender towards the things of God and it's the most amazing thing to see Jesus working in his life. Our prayer is that the Lord will continue the great work that He has begun in him throughout Micah's 8th year and into eternity.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go bawl my eyes out over how much he's grown while you enjoy a mini-shrine to his precious life.
The last day of kindergarten with Saint Morris, I mean Mrs. Morris.
(Seriously, if anyone reading this knows how I can nominate someone for sainthood, please contact me because if anyone deserves canonization, it's this lady. Or maybe all kindergarten teachers could be the first canonized group of saints known for their miracles of teaching small children with unwavering patience and gentleness in the face of untied shoes, bodily fluids, and endless random questioning.)
I love you, Micah!
I love you, Micah!