That semi-cheesy line about parenting being like your heart walking around outside of your body is totally true. My funny, wild, sweet little boy is 18 months old today. There's a grateful, nostalgic lump in my throat as I write those words.
These past 18 months have been filled with immeasurable joy. I truly, truly could never thank God enough for the GIFT that He's given to Brian and I in the form of Nicholas.
I was pretty broken when he was born, and much of my healing came through the cuddles, the sweet coos, and the feeling of soft baby skin. In the past 18 months, my identity has been ripped apart and then re-built on a new, sturdier foundation. My identity though isn't found in being a mother; it's in being a daughter of a gracious, generous Father.
Nicholas, you are my joy. Your adventurous spirit mixed with your people-loving personality is so incredibly fun to watch. You make your Dad and I laugh countless times a day, with your silly words, endless facial expressions, and plain ol' boy-ness.
I cannot wait to continue to watch you grow, learn, and become YOU. You are a fighter, a firecracker, and a sensitive soul - and I wouldn't have it any other way.
I pray that you would know Jesus in a deep, deep way from a very young age. I pray that you would be obedient to Him, because His plans are what will bring you the most LIFE. I pray that I would keep my hands open and let God use you as He wants to, even when that means I sometimes have to let go. I pray that you would impact people in a mighty way, all for the glory of God. I love you sweet boy. You are my treasure.