This is the start of a hugely bittersweet* season for us. We celebrated Punkadoodle’s half birthday Monday (it’s a thing in our house!), we are rolling into my favorite time of year (fall because I’m #basic) so camping trips and football are in full swing, the holidays are coming, and I am finally looking pregnant instead of fat. All good things, all good things. But it’s also the anniversary week of our first failed adoption. And we have two more of those coming, plus a miscarriage date and the anniversary of Papa Joe’s passing, and I know they are all going to hit pretty heavy and hard and fast. We decided to plant a tree for each difficult anniversary, so that we have a symbol of life to replace the loss.
(*I know I need to find a new word to use, but dang if it isn’t so cussing perfect for this season of our lives…)
Little seedlings, ready to plant and grow and thrive.
So somewhere, likely still in Florida, a little boy is turning one this week and he will hopefully be fawned over and spoiled and loved on something fierce by his mama and big brothers and extended family. He will hopefully smash a cake and get a sugar high, and maybe open some presents and enjoy the wrapping paper far more than the actual gift. His mama will hopefully beam with pride as everyone sings the birthday song to him, and he will giggle and coo at all of the attention.
Little boy, I pray you are loved beyond measure. I pray you are aware of how much God loves you and provides for you and has you in His hands. I pray your mama and brothers dote on you (but not too much!) and play with you and read to you. I pray that you will grow in wisdom and stature and favor with God, and that you will always trust Him and His plan for your life. And, in all seriousness, I pray that you will like Harry Potter and that your mama takes you on your 11th birthday, just like we talked about.
A very merry unbirthday, to you (to you)/ A very merry unbirthday to me (me too!)/ Blow the candles out my dear and make your wish come true/ A very merry unbirthday, to you! -Alice in Wonderland
Grace and Peace,