I'm not sure how we got here, but the last little while - last couple of days, especially - has made it very clear: my boy, my first baby, is growing up. Today Zac is nine!
Parents are often struck by the speed of it all. It's like we go to bed one night, cradling a newborn that we have zero clue how to raise, and wake the next morning with a tantrum-throwing threenager. It happens a couple times: toddler to pre-schooler, child to pre-teen... But I am equally taken by the measure. I had the privilege of spending some alone time with Zac the last three days (a whole 'nother story for a separate post), and was enamoured by this little human who is thoughtful and smart, independent and brave, funny, fun, and so responsible (Zac is not someone you want in the car when you have been traveling inter-provincially for 5 hours, and miss curfew by 8 minutes). It's almost unbelievable that he happens to be mine.
Zac, today on your birthday, I want to acknowledge the super young man you are beginning to sprout into, and tell you just how proud I am of who you are, and what you represent. You are wrapping up the first decade of your life, which has been filled with some pretty awesome things, and already the new year holds so many mind-blowing possibilities and opportunities for you. I want you to know just how special you are, and how much we love you - thorns and all. Jesus loves you, and has a perfect plan for your life. Continue to seek Him, obey Him, and trust Him - He won't ever let you down!
Happy birthday, my Peanut! All my love, Mom x
