Monday, April 16, 2012


Nine Years.

It seems impossible that on this day I almost died and you were born.

Your arrival let everyone know YOU WERE HERE, there would be NO denying that fact!

I recovered, but you've been pushing me farther than I ever thought I'd go, everyday since.

Your fearlessness is contagious - along with your laugh.

Your ability to pray the prayers of someone who is well acquainted  with coming before the throne of God is remarkable to me and I pray I'll never get over hearing it.

The way you love your little sister and put up with all manner of girly things is a testament to your love and patience -we all know you'd rather be climbing trees or riding your bike as fast as your legs can pedal.

You're growing up. Not a little boy anymore.
But can I confess something to you?

When I look at you, this is often what I see

Or this

Ok, so that's how I see your brother too.

Maybe even this

Not afraid of one thing. Terrifying your Mom who is afraid  just  about everything.

But, you're growing up, from my baby boy to young man.

And even on days that don't go as well as we'd planned.

I still love you and I'm so grateful to be your Momma.

I love Jude Michael.


Anonymous said...

You are a blessed lady

Angie said...

Yes, I am!

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