Today is a big deal. How in the world have eight years zipped by so swiftly? One day you are wearing floaties and sticking your little tongue into the water while your sister contemplates her next antic in Annaville….
Then, the next day you are leaping off of a 25 foot drop into the Caribbean.
I’m pretty sure I only blinked once.
John Henry Landreth, I thank God every single day that I get to be your mother.
I love the young man you are and the one I see you becoming.
I love how you still find comfort sleeping with your stuffed animals.
I love how you feel safe enough with me to tell me anything.
I love how you so quickly forgive others and so quickly let go of your hurts.
I love how broken you become when you see need and the urgency you feel to meet that need.
I love how you grasp what it means when I tell you to seek God.
I love how you love your friends.
I love how you enjoy dessert with me.
I love how you request family night.
I love how you include your little sister.
I love how you entertain your little brother.
I love how you asked me to snuggle a little longer with you last night. Because, it was the last night I would tuck in a seven year old boy named John Henry.
You are eight today. I’m not sure how this day has come so quickly. But, I am sure I have enjoyed every single day since September 24, 2002.
You made me a mother that day. And, God made a gentle giant who is destined to be a world changer.
Happy Birthday, JH. I love you big.