One whole dozen. Many things come in dozens – eggs, doughnuts, disciples, months… but not years. They come slowly, one day at a time, slipping past like so many jewels on a string. Drops of water that run continuously, forming a large stream, small things that turn into larger things.
12 years.
4,383 days.
105,192 hours.
6,311,520 minutes.
378,691,200 seconds.
That’s how long I have had the privilege of knowing this little man. This miracle of life known as my son. My precious child. The baby I loved from before the first time I saw him. Josiah, my firstborn.
These are a few pictures of the birthday boy. His life began before I had a digital camera, so the first several years will be omitted in this pictorial history. Suffice it to say, he has always been a cutie!
Over the years, he just continues to amaze me with his humor, sweet spirit, and tender heart.
Cute as can be…
He’s a great big brother.
All boy – not afraid to get down and dirty (or wet).
Loves to have fun with the family.
Never ceases to make me laugh at his antics!
Oldest child born of two oldest children (think about that for a while).
Enjoys making bunny ears on his siblings… :)
Finds a solution.
Thinker.
Adventurous.
Good example (most of the time) to his younger brother.
Always ready to laugh!
Standing on the brink of life, just waiting to see what will happen next!
It scares me to death to have a child on the brink of adolescence, with the infamous teenage years just around the corner. Where has all the time gone? More and more I understand why God compares our life to a vapor – here for a moment, and then gone. It really does seem to pass in the blink of an eye!
All that to say this: I love you, Josiah. You make me so proud and happy! I am so thankful for the privilege to be your mother. Have a wonderful birthday!
Oh, it is so hard to believe it has been 12 years. I remember seeing him for the first time. What a thrill! The first grandchild for both sets of parents. We became grandparents because of Josiah. I well remember his first trip to our house. I was holding him in my arms when we got a call that our country was under terrorist attack on 9/11/2001. What a world to bring a child into these days. The Lord needs His light and salt, and Josiah is all of that even at his young age. He has always been a blessing and I am not worried one bit about his teen years. He has received Christ and he has been trained up in the way he should go. I love my grandson!
ReplyDeleteOh, it is so hard to believe it has been 12 years. I remember seeing him for the first time. What a thrill! The first grandchild for both sets of parents. We became grandparents because of Josiah. I well remember his first trip to our house. I was holding him in my arms when we got a call that our country was under terrorist attack on 9/11/2001. What a world to bring a child into these days. The Lord needs His light and salt, and Josiah is all of that even at his young age. He has always been a blessing and I am not worried one bit about his teen years. He has received Christ and he has been trained up in the way he should go. I love my grandson!
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