How can I even put into words the change that happened in my life two years ago when he was born? My own flesh and blood. My heart, staring back at me. A love carrying a responsibility and joy that I've never felt before.
Two years ago, 7:23am, my sweet Jude Michael was born.
And sweet he is. In-between the non-stop running, jumping, train-and-tractor-loving, rowdy two-year-old that he now is. The kid daily breaks a sweat just running in circles around our house. But he always was a Mama's boy and he still is.
Even at two, he often wants to be held. Asking for a hug. They may only last for .2 seconds, but this boy needs affection. He needs his snuggles and kisses. And then, just like that, he's done. Off to build legos or play race cars.
He's taught me a bit about selflessness. And how I'm far more selfish than selfless.
He's taught me about patience. And that I don't have nearly enough without whispering prayers throughout my day.
He's taught me about responsibility and intentionality. Two things I carry on my shoulders.
He's taught me to not take life so darn serious and just be goofy once in awhile. (Just ask him if he's a duck.)
He's taught me that trains, tractors, bulldozers, cranes, tow-trucks, mixers, diggers, and dump trucks are very very important and they each have a specific name and purpose.
He's taught me that the 5 second rule really exists.
He's taught me that childhood is not as long as it once felt.
He's taught me that the seemingly monotonous day-to-day routine is where the kingdom work happens.
He's given me more of a sneak peek of the unconditional love that the Father has for us.
Jude Michael. The first most precious gift ever given to me. I am so blessed to be your Mama and to guide you in this journey as you grow. You are a joy, and I love you. Even when you are acting your age.
Happy 2nd Birthday, my sweet boy.