Four Years

Only Mark and I could sit around and talk about that night four years ago over and over again (as we did again this morning). Four years ago today Grant was born and our lives have changed forever… As I think back to his infant years it almost seems like a blur, if I think a little harder it seems like yesterday. What a gift he is to us. When he’s not near I feel it, when he is near I feel it more; what a great feeling. He’s become not only my son, but my little friend who tags along with everyday tasks and events, sometimes my every move. If I’m feeling sad, anxious, mad, Grant notices and tries to help me feel better. “Don’t worry Mom, its ok!” “Don’t freak out!” and “I love you.” I think of the role as a mother, is much more than just someone who stays home each day, but someone who is responsible in most every way what that child soaks in…good and bad. That’s a hefty responsibility; scary at times. I have reflected many a times of what I need to be doing, to do a better job. Then sometimes I sit and watch Grant and am amazed….not at what I’ve done with him, but what he’s done with himself. He is an individual and unique in so many ways, a pure child of God. A little like Mark, a little like me, but mostly like himself. A true little boy through and through….lover of trucks, cars, noise making, digging, messy, playful little boy. With a blink of an eye four years have gone by and as I’m writing this I realize four more years will go by and he will be eight; old enough to be baptized! Grant has had a great day playing with friends, opening gifts, getting cheese sticks from Sonic and being showered with love and attention. Happy birthday my little sweets!