...I am reflecting. As with each of Amos' birthdays, I deeply reminisce, feeling like Amos' entrance into the world is something that I should never forget. I don't want to forget God's goodness to us on that day. I don't want to forget it but some days the memory is more vivid than others.
And actually, with Flannery's pregnancy and birth and the redemption that came, the pain and anxiety of Amos' birth is more faint, as if it's slowly disappearing, being replaced by a new experience.
Still, when the week of July 17th rolls around, I can't help but remember those days. Amos is such an amazing person. I am so thankful that he was brought into the world, being held and yet given strength to endure his first weeks.
Tonight, as I hugged him goodnight for the last time as a three-year-old, I didn't want to let go. I wanted him to feel the weight and importance of his 4th birthday. But he just sweetly smiled and hugged back.
Someday he'll know what a miracle he is.
2 comments:
Happy birthday to Amos!
I'm glad he's come so far and become the grown up little boy he is.
"Someday he'll know what a miracle he is", I love this last line of your post. Don't we hope all our kids know it.
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