You might expect a super sappy, reflective post on the fifth birthday of one's youngest child. Lord knows I might feel super sappy if I really sad and thought about how quickly five years went...
But at the same time, these may have been the five longest years of our lives thus far.
When I was pregnant with Sam, we moved into what I thought was our forever house. Two years later we moved to a rental house in Colorado. Then we bought a house and moved again. Then we decided to move back to Illinois. That's a LOT of moving.
On top of all that, during that time, I wrote and released four books. We left full-time ministry. Adam has had three different jobs.
It's been a long five years.
So, I don't feel particularly wistful about it. I feel thankful. This child has been full of challenges (mostly of the behavior and health variety.) He's not easy by any means.
In fact, he's the most difficult person in my life most days...and maybe that's why he's so special to me.
In the last year (since we've moved back here, really) we've seen such a change in him. He's happier and easier and while his allergies have kicked back up, I've been able to pause and see how far we've come. All of us, not just Sam...
So, while there is a lot of faith-stretching attributed to this boy, there is also a ton of gratitude. Sam is funny and smart and kind and I am so, so thankful he's mine.
Happy Birthday, Mister Boy. You have my heart.