It seems fitting to me that He Who Holds My Heart and He Who Filled My Mama Heart Full To The Brim should share a birthday.
This day marks not only the two year anniversary of the time we did THIS for Andrew’s birthday:
But it’s also the first time we have a baby turning two… and no baby in the queue.
It’s the end of an era.
We are Grateful, SO crazy big time grateful… but giddy.
And if I spend the day just a little teary-eyed, it’s because I’m full up to the brim, savoring the import of this day. I’m full of love for him…
And when a woman is all filled up with joy and good things, she’s bound to brim over with leaky eyes and quivering lips. But tears, good or bad, don’t last long in this house. Not when there’s animal books to read and recite each animal by name…
…or a pink paci to render anything serious utterly ridiculous.
Not when there’s belly laughs to be heard…
So these aren’t tears… not really.
They’re just showers of liquid joy.
Let us know; let us press on to know the LORD;
his going out is sure as the dawn;
he will come to us as the showers,
as the spring rains that water the earth.
Happy Birthday to my boys…