he is four

Doesn't four seem like such a big kid number? That's how old Liam is today. Over the past week I've been randomly grabbing a hold of him and saying, "I can't believe you're so big! You're going to be four!" And he kind of gives me a look, pats me on the shoulder, and pries himself from my grip. The last time I did it he asked me, "Why do you keep saying that?!" Get used to it, kid. I'm going to be doing this every August for the rest of his life, I'm sure. 

I remember when Liam was a wee babe. Those were some hard times! I can't say I miss his baby stage much. There was so much chaos, so many tears. So much confusion and doubting. But look at us now, four years old! I'm enjoying this age...with all it's sass and questions and incessant talking. I'm enjoying the Lego-building (despite the mess) and the, "hey mom, look at my big muscles!" 

And I'm happy to report that Liam is still a mama's boy. It's so much responsibility having a tiny human who looks up to you so much. I'm realizing more and more that I need to point him to Jesus. I don't want him to look at me and see me...I want him to look at me and see Jesus. I want to radiate grace and truth. I want him to know that he is loved and wanted and that he is filled with so much potential. 

I am so beyond happy that God chose to bless our family with this boy. This boy who loves Star Wars and is strong-willed and passionate. This boy who is incredibly bright and deep. This boy with the most mesmerizing eyes I've ever seen. 

We love you so very much, Liam. Sometimes you drive me to the crazy, but it's only because you are already such a headstrong leader. I pray that we can point you to Jesus and direct all of that energy to building His Kingdom. And as always, I am praying Luke 2:40 over your life, "And the child grew and became strong, filled with wisdom. And the favor of God was upon him."