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Thankful for MY Boys


I'm a very blessed Mom!  I Praise God every day for the privilege of having these  three young men in my life.  Each of them carry a piece of my heart with them wherever they go.  I hope they know how truly loved and treasured they are.  I'm as amazed and in "ah" as I was when they brought them to me when they were born.  I'm thankful for the honor of raising my boys.

When they were born I prayed and prayed for God to protect them from all of our stupidity and immaturity.  That God would teach us and teach them.  That He would direct their paths and make them straight.  My heart would be laid bare with pain and desire for them and their future.

We have made and will  make so many mistakes.   Although we tried, I know that our boys ended up having to deal with some of our own hang ups.  Some things I hope they have learned by our example include:

The ability to apologize and change.
God's mercy and grace and keeping power.
God's forgiveness and restoration at work.
Reliance on Him.
Compassion for others.
Persistence and Endurance.
That Love does cover a multitude of sin.

Joshua began life on the go!  Sensitive little guy to everything and everybody.  He seemed to be born with a strong sense of perception and intuition.  He was indued with an insatiable curiosity, love of adventure and learning.  Our very social little one who climbed out of his bedroom window at nap time at age 3!!!

Michael began life pretty chill.  He hummed and sang for the first 24 hours and was so laid back at first that we had to wake him up to eat!  Strong and thoughtful.  A paradox from birth.  He was our cuddle...er while not liking many others into his space.  Always a dreamer and chatter box or very quiet.

Caleb began life sticking with it.  He struggled with breathing and had to fight through that from birth...all with a smile on his face!   Caleb has this way of "just going with the flow" that can both endear and drive one nuts.  His sense of humor was fully formed at birth and his ability to tolerate and adore his big brothers made him such an easy baby.  He did all with a smile that one could not refuse.



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