It’s been almost six years since they placed our 10 pound bundle of joy in my arms. I remember the joy and excitement and fear and inadequacy that overcame me in the next few days as I sought to understand how to parent this little guy.
Recently my husband and I woke on a Sunday morning and went about our typical routine getting ready for church. As I rushed about getting my children fed and dressed, I didn’t know what a lesson in faith I was about to receive and from an unexpected source.
At the ripe, old age of 24 I had been married for three years and had my first child. My life was no longer just about me and my dreams for my future.