Saturday, September 27, 2008
Happy Birthday Anson
How do babies turn nine?
Oh Anson...if I could, I would jump on time, pin it down and sit on it. You are growing up far too fast.
Nine years ago, we met you...our first born son. Looking back, it's amazing to me that someone so tiny could change me so much. God used your arrival in my life to reveal a million things about myself and a million more about the Lord. I will be forever grateful for the way you have let me love you, watched me fail, seen my selfishness, heard me mess things up, and yet...you forgive me every time and love me deeply. You, more than any of your brothers have had to watch your Daddy and I grow up. There's always something special about your first born. You were handed you to us, Anson and all of us had to grow up together in so many ways.
Little man, there are so many handsome things about you. I love your smile, your Napoleon Dynamite impersonation and how witty you are.
I'm thankful for you you are - for your brilliant brain, your smart sense of humor.
Nine is hard for your mother, Anson. I just don't want to accept it. I remember when you were two weeks old. Your daddy came into the living room and found me holding you. I was crying. He asked me what was wrong. I said, "Today, he's two weeks old, and then he'll turn two months old, and then two years old and then he's going to be 10 and then 20. I don't want him to grow up and leave." I was a wreck. Your daddy reminded me that yes, those things were true, but he said, "Let's try to remember that today, he's still just two weeks old." I wanted you to stay little forever.
However, as you have grown, I'm thankful for the young man you are becoming, for our long deep talks, for your tender heart, for how you hurt when others are hurting. You are growing up into such a servant. I know I say it almost every day, but really..."What would I do without you?" This home hurts when you're not here, even for short amounts of time. Your love for your family is felt, not just in the things you say, but in the way you serve us, and honor us.
We love you Anson. So much. Grow big, sweet boy...grow in knowledge, grow in strength, in boldness, in love, in truth and grace. As much as it hurts me for you to turn another year older, my heart is also filled with joy thinking of the man, the leader, the husband, the father you will be one day. I feel terribly privileged and humbled to call you my son.
Happy Birthday Baby Boy!