Somehow my sweet baby boy has turned six! It's a little surreal at times.
Sometimes when I glance at him I see the quiet 6 month old baby
who was handed to me and Michael in the Detroit airport.
Sometimes I forget I didn't give birth to him and that he doesn't have his daddy's DNA but somehow he got a lot of the great qualities and mannerisms his daddy has.
Sometimes I wonder who he will be when he grows up.
Sometimes I ache for the woman who gave him life but doesn't get to see him live his life.
And many times I marvel at the young man he is becoming...so full of life...so full of love for his family and especially his God...so interested in knowing more from the Bible...so intent on telling others about Jesus.
My sweet baby is growing up, and I'm so glad I get to share my life with him.
