My baby is about to be two. I have to keep saying it because even though it’s there every day in front of my face, it also catches me off guard in particular moments and I am just stunned with the gift of his life. Did you know he’s started counting? Sometimes to three, sometimes seven, sometimes twelve. And he holds my hand just for the love of it now, not always because he needs help to balance.
We are having a party for him, and it will be low key – just an open invitation to friends of ours and friends of his to join us at our church building for some fun and food, because really, all he ever wants is to play in the gym at the church.