...SIX...

Samuel-

I remember like it was yesterday the day I realized after months of praying and hoping that you were forming in my tummy. I remember the long, hot summer, as one FAT, happy mommy-to-be. But I have a hard time remembering what it felt like to NOT be your mommy. The moments after you arrived, your daddy beamed like the sunshine as he stood in the hospital room door and showed you off the family. Your Pop paced the hallways with tears in his eyes. So many people had prayed for your safe, healthy arrival, and we were all blessed beyond our wildest expectations.

Then, came the months after your birth. The ones where you screamed and cried for months on end. Day and night. We sat in the recliner in that tiny trailer where we lived and you cried, and I cried. I wasn't sure it would ever stop. But, it did...eventually.

Soon, the crying turned to laughter and non-stop chatter. You are such a bright spot to all those around you. Such a smart boy, so eager to know and explore.

I don't know how I earned such favor with God, but I am SO thankful for the blessing of being your Mommy. We pray each night that God's hand guides your steps and your path. That He brings you into a thriving relationship with Him that will not only be the center of your life, but will point others to Him. I know He is going to use you in a mighty way..and I am so excited to have a front row seat to watch Him work in and through your life!

Happy Sixth Bithday!