Happy Birthday, Abraham
I mentioned in my last post that my baby is officially walking. Today I can say he is one year old! It tugs my heart strings a bit to see him growing so fast. Then that same heart skips a few beats as I look at Arabella with her long legs & growing vocabulary, Jacob with his sturdy build & tender heart and Joseph with his tall stature & new found maturity. I can certainly keep Abe in the “baby” category for a little while longer, but I know I will blink and he’ll be a big boy; another blink and I’ll see a young man. I realize that time does indeed keep moving, leaving me in a swirl of chaos as I deal with the now and memories as I recall the past.
I remember getting up at 4:00am to go to the hospital exactly one year ago. I remember the powerful emotion that overwhelmed my heart the moment that sweet boy was born.
I remember the look on a father’s face, the catch in a father’s voice, the high-pitched, beautiful cry of a baby boy. I remember the flood of relief and joy and love that filled the room. I will very likely forget many details of that day, but I will never forget those emotions. I will always be overwhelmed with love for our perfect blessing, our Abraham.