My dearest firstborn son Scotty,
Here we stand at the crossroads of the end of another year of your life and the beginning of the next. There are moments where I could choose to feel sad watching you grow farther and farther from that beautiful baby that was placed into my arms three years ago, but how can I feel anything but joy when I look at the amazing boy you are becoming? I know that even now God is at work in your life and in your heart.
Bringing your little brother home seemed to grow you over night. You immediately stepped into your big brother role with grace and joy, and you amazed Daddy and I. You have become a protector and defender, although perhaps God had been designing that in you all along. Even in the nursery, you were always the child who had to make sure every other child had a toy before you would settle down to play yourself.
(Photo captured by the very talented Joanna.)
I love you, Prescott. Today we pause to celebrate your life, and the God who so intricately knitted it together. God knew we needed you.
All my heart, Mommy
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He was one for a moment.
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