Happy Birthday Jonathan!

Two years ago today, I was coming out of my drugged stupor after a night of rest and finally some food to realize that I had just given birth. We had a baby. Everette was looking ragged, and I was feeling, uh, sore. And we had this teeny tiny six pound ten ounce wad of blankets with a face. He was gorgeous, but best of all, he was mine. I didn't have to give him back when he was crying, or time to go home. I was happy. We were happy.
















To say our happiness grew, would be an understatement. It grew exponentially, in powers of ten.  Somehow we found more room in our full hearts to love him more. Even in spite of his sometimes willful nature.

And as our love grew, he grew

he grew from an infant to a baby...

to a baby-in-motion...

to a toddler...

to a big two-year-old almost little boy.

big enough to eat popcorn all by himself...


Soon he'll be making friends and meeting girls

and he'll be too big for things like this....

And the next thing you know he'll be driving a fire truck.

God is merciful. He makes my heart capable of containing the love the grows as each day passes. So that I do not have to stop loving him in order to preserve my life. For I am cetain without God's  infinite mercy I would surely be overcome with the depth of my love for this person so small.

p.s. this started out as a blog about birthday festivities and quickly digressed into a cheesy, sappy post about eye-rolling mommy love. More on b-day festivities tomorrow.