Birthday Eve

A little boy lives at our house.  You may not see him, but you know he's been here.

 This little boy happens to turn two years old tomorrow.  This mama can't figure out where those days went.

 While he sleeps, the birthday banners are being put up, balloons will float silently into his room, and I find myself reflecting back on these last two years.

 Two years ago today, I was induced at 9AM.  Our little boy decided June 25 was not to be his birthday.  He waited until 12:05AM on June 26.

 Helpless and tiny two years ago; oh how he's grown.  Our little boy is counting to 10 successfully and counting to 20, leaving out a couple of numbers.  Papa has even taught him to count to 5 in German.  His great grandpa Max would be so proud.

 He can spell his name and put on a pair of sandals and proudly say "Great job, Kale!"  or "I did it!"

This little boy is quickly becoming not so little anymore.  I just want to freeze time for awhile and soak in all these special things about Kale at this age.  And yet, we will celebrate with him tomorrow and encourage him as he learns even more things in the year to come.  Thank you, God, for our sweet little blessing.  Thank you for entrusting him to our care.  We love you, Kale Max!