It's been exactly one year since we found out we were pregnant with Max and that was after a year of being unable to conceive so saying the past two years have been a crazy, emotional journey would be an understatement. Even in our present joy, I can vividly remember the pain and emptiness, the sense of loss, even though we hadn't lost anything or anyone. I remember crying out to God through my tears and asking Him to bless us with a child.
And bless us He did. God answered our cries.
I've wanted to be a mom for as long as I can remember. I started babysitting at age 11. I was a nanny to four kids for seven summers and I worked at a daycare for four years, so I knew I would love being a mom. But I never understood the overwhelming, leave you speechless, fierce kind of love that I have for Max. To say he is precious and special just doesn't cut it. He is of course those things, but he's so much more.
He's my very heart.
We prayed for him before we knew him, but God knew him. God formed him and knit him together and in so doing, formed and knit a couple into a family. How do you even thank God for such a gift??
Max - your entire life has been covered in prayer and we will continue to pray faithfully for you and with you as you grow into the man Jesus made you to be. Little one, you are loved.
