fourteen years of focus on trains and bulldozers, lawnmowers and tractors. fourteen years of watching the weather turn from hail to snow to ice to rain and back again to hail.
fourteen years of pushing and pulling and growing and changing and challenging and laughing and crying. my eldest son is fourteen today.
i remember how he didn't want to be born. tucked in the eternal womb of warmth, he'd rather have stayed, snugly comforted by a environment that was constant and controlled.
i remember how he was eventually taken via c-section and how he didn't want to eat right away and didn't want to be undressed and changed.
from the word "go" this fourteen year old of ours thrived in routine and predictability. and we eventually caught on.
oh, how i pray this fourteenth year will bring deep and true and long lasting blessings of hope and joy and peace and strength.
may the year ahead be filled with calm strength that carries through every storm, wisdom that rides every wave of conflict, and love that fulfills every dream dreamt.
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