He gets into trouble just like any other seven year old boy. He can be silly. He loves to entertain us with his renditions of songs from Elvis to the Steve Miller Band to our hometown’s Death On Two Wheels. Then, he’ll hear David Crowder’s “How He Loves Us” and sing it with such a worshipful heart that he melts mine every single time.
He’s just a really cool kid. Of course, I could be slightly biased.
Throughout my pregnancy, he has been patient. Understanding. And, always concerned for me. He asks me daily, “Mom, how are you feeling? Are you feeling okay?” He has brought me breakfast in bed more than once. The toast is always a little heavy on the strawberry preserves, but it’s perfection in my eyes. And, when he prays out loud, he always prays for me and his little brother.
I’m really not sure how I got so blessed, but I could not be more thankful that he is my son.
John Henry, I love, love being your mom.