My house smells like bacon. We had breakfast for dinner tonight, at the request of a brand new 9 year old. My Jeffrey is a quirky little kid and life tastes best to him when it’s a little bit out of kilter. He loves to be different! This morning when I woke him up, he sat straight up in bed, eyes still closed, and in the cheeriest voice possible said, “Good morning, mommy!” Then he popped out of bed and scampered downstairs for breakfast. I just love that. I love that he loves breakfast for dinner, and that he can wake out of a dead sleep in a cheerful mood. This is my stuffed animal loving guy, my little preacher man, my cartoon drawing artist. He is so many things. But most of all, he’s mine.
Today, we celebrate our second son. Yesterday was the party of friends. Today, we rejoice as a family. I spent most of the afternoon, snuggled up on the couch with my littlest sweetie, watching the video of his birth and first days. It’s our tradition, and one we never tire of. I’m always amazed at how captivated he is by his baby self. He smiles at his newborn self; and I watch the wonder on his still young face—yet so much older now—as he takes in the joy that surrounded his arrival into this world. And as we watch, I hold him close. I kiss the top of his head, as I did then, and breathe in the scent of him; I breathe in the scent of love. He never takes his eyes off of the images from the past. Even his big brother giggles self-consciously as his younger self toddles across the screen. When the movie is done, we pour over his baby book, and I read him the story of his birth.
And in three days, we get to do it all over again with Teddy. Hallelujah!
But today is Jeffy’s day, and our day to tell him how happy we are that he was born into this world, into our family. We thank God for the gift of him, repeatedly, all day long. This is my favorite part of birthday month: to reminisce about this sweet time in the early life of our family. Jeff and I always let him know that he is a part of God’s wonderful plan. That he was not born into our family by accident, and he is here for a special reason. I can see on his sweet face that this knowledge gives him a sense of purpose, and a small understanding of his connection to God. He is learning the powerful relationship between the past and the future. And he is learning that he matters in this big world.
Tonight, this is my prayer for my son:
For this reason I kneel before the Father, from whom his whole family in heaven and on earth derives its name. I pray that out of his glorious riches he may strengthen you with power through his spirit in your inner being, so that Christ may dwell in your heart through faith. And I pray that you, being rooted and established in love, may have power, together with all the saints, to grasp how wide and long and high and deep is the love of Christ, and to know this love that surpasses knowledge—that you may be filled to the measure of all the fullness of God. Now to him who is able to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine, according to his power that is at work within us, to him be glory in the church and in Christ Jesus throughout all generations, for ever and ever! Amen. —Ephesians 3:14-21