Mr. William John turned 9 last week!
I’m coming to the realization that I probably have the worst memory in the entire world, but thank goodness I have kept a journal almost since I could write. This is a good thing, because when my brain fails me and won’t recall any memories of my kids when they were younger, I can go digging back through my journals. So I took a peek back and I found something I wrote about Will when he was just over 2 years old…
“And my Willy-baby – I just can’t get enough of him. With his blond hair and his love of cuddling – and how he gets so excited to see his dad when Jason comes home. How he loves to snuggle in before a nap and read stories with me, he makes these sounds of satisfaction and I could just eat him up.”
How things have changed and how things have stayed the same! I’m happy to say that he still loves to cuddle, is always happy to see us and still loves to read. But he’s growing up and he loves to write (like his mama?) loves to run and loves God, his friends and his family of course. (Although once in a while he would probably contemplate trading a sister for a dog).
You know that old saying that you don’t know what you’ve got till it’s gone? Well I think that for Jason and I it rings true in a slightly different way. Losing a child has made us love and appreciate our remaining children that much more. God has certainly blessed us with 4 wonderful gifts.
Happy Birthday Will!