Our little man turned ten this week. 10!
We have officially entered the uncharted territory of Double Digits.
I can hardly believe we’re here. The night before his birthday, I just sat by his bed while he slept. Thanking God for his life. Thinking of all he has been through and all that is now known and overcome. Praying for all that is to come. I was a sentimental mess. Wasn’t it just yesterday we were dressing him in a coming-home-from-the-hospital outfit? And now he is asking “Have you heard of skinny jeans and could I get a pair sometime?” We’ve heard the tweenage stories out there, but I just have a feeling this is going to be fun.
We have been taking turns for who gets a party each year, so as not to have 3 parties in 2 months. But since next year we hope to be in Brazil and who knows who there will be to party with us, we’re going for it. 3 parties in 2 months, baby.
He was writing out the list of who he wanted to invite.
There is a special needs kid in his class, who has a full-time aid. I asked Miles if he thought that kid has ever been to a party. He thought about it, then said “let’s invite him!”
Turns out, it was his first party. We had such a blast! (And thankfully, we did not lose him.)
It is a beautiful thing to watch this boy grow.
It definitely has not been without hardship. The stuff he asks me before bed break my heart sometimes. I have to blink back tears at the honest questions of a little man trying to make sense of this broken world. And yet, our God is faithful. And He can be trusted. Even with our kids. I pray God will use the ways of this cold world to foster a tender spirit in him, a soft heart for others, a passion to live for the One who gives him breath; and that I can be there for him. Especially if we enter into those tweenage stories.