3 Years

Three years ago yesterday our first little dude entered the world, and I’m still hardly able to wrap my head around it. While three is hardly ancient, it really does feel like just yesterday I was hearing Wes’ cries for the first time. I vividly remember seeing his little purple hand bouncing around as they weighed him and wrapped him up to bring over to me on the operating table. I will never ever forget Nate’s face when he saw our son for the first time – a mix of surprise, joy, excitement, relief.

And for this mama it feels like only yesterday.

 

The sleepless nights, the fears, the frustrations? Sure, they’ve been part of the journey but they’re not the story. The story is complete joy, laughter, giggles, learning. The story is that our son has taught us to see the world the way he sees it: new and fresh, beautiful, full of possibility. His life has taught us to love in ways we never knew existed, to fear in deeper ways than we thought possible, to take joy in the small things in life, to hold ourselves accountable for the truly important things in life.

 

For me, being a mom has brought me into a deeper relationship with Christ. I’ve prayed with more fervor and asked for help more humbly, because even in the greatness that is being Weston’s mother I can see what I lack and how much I need Jesus to bridge the gap in my ability to parent.

 

Wes, I try to tell you every day just how much I love you and how proud I am to be your mother. Your kind heart, sweet countenance, joyful smile, zest for life and incredible intelligence amaze me, and to call you a blessing is an understatement. I love you sweet son, and your daddy and I are so lucky to have you. Happy birthday!