Dear Little Boys and dear Tiny Girl~
You are the Reason for this blog, after all. Not stats, not "Followers", not the general public but YOU. This blog and the previous one, too are bound annually and made into books chronicalling your childhood. I am no photographer, no scrapbooker, no chef and no author but what I am is your Mama and I intend to write it all down and secure these memories like everlasting lightnening bugs buzzing happily in a Mason jar for as long as these fingers and this mind of mine can function cohesively. After all, YOU are who matter to me most in all the world - YOU and your Dada. And one day your may want to unscrew the aluminum ringed lid, peer into this jar and read one little lightening bug at a time. You will want to know one day when you are parents yourselves what in the world Dada and I were thinking. Why we lived the way we did, why we chose what we did and how you responded at the time. Maybe not. But at least your wives will be interested, Boys.
You are all so terrific I must write down how amazing you each are right now - how spectacularly God has been filling you out and coloring you in.
Because after all, this is for YOU.
*Luke, you are 8.5 years old. You are special. I know most people say this about their eldest and everyone who says it believes it but son, you are special. You are mature. You are a Believer. You bear fruit. You are sensitive. You relish being the Big Brother. You are serious. You are loyal. You are a thinker. You are trustworthy. You are burdened for the lost souls in this world. You are secure. You are hilarious. You don't like change. At all. You are curious about how things work. You love history, politics, and lofty concepts. You enjoy dialogue. You have a hearty laugh. Your swim has phenom-level form. You are incredibly goofy and spastic. You tell really poor jokes about body functions. You climb like a monkey. You skateboard like a teenager. You are lanky and all arms and legs and your half-grin is just like your father's and your wink will make girls swoon in not too many years ahead. Your favorite thing is family time. You love Jesus. You consider things intently. You are incredibly well-behaved so You have need of embracing grace in your walk with Him. You are a worker. You are hesitant but I see God is arming you with a lance and is making YOU into a Brave Knight, finding the battle and forging ahead unabashed and unafraid, a leader of men. God is making you a Fighter.
*Graham, you are 5.5 years old. You are a delight. You are sweet. You are hilarious. You are bright and surprisingly knowledgable about matters which amaze me. You are snuggly. You are kissy. You are the most baby-oriented big brother of them all. You are a sharer of the highest order. You are an excellent swimmer. You are rarely a crier. You are generous without limits. You are skin-and-bones skinny. You love milk but abhor many, many other foods. You are easily worn out while obeying so you have need of diligence. Your colorful imagination means it's challenging for you to stay on task. You are most comfortable surrounded by your brothers, metaphorically and literally. You have a killer dimple. You love to color and send mail to friends, always waiting to see if anyone's sent you anything. You break my heart because you are quiet and content to play. If anyone needs a twin, it's you. You are dependant. You are shy. You love to wrestle and kick and spar. You are sincere in your love for Jesus and your prayers are shockingly heartfelt and spoken in complete faith. You fall asleep most nights before our prayers are completed. You are a sound sleeper and a bright, smiling waker. You are a revelation to me everyday. You are young and timid but I see God is making YOU into a Benevolent Lion, protector of the weak and innocent with a bent towards justice. God is making you a Hero.
*Ethan, you are 4 years old. You are really more like 12 though. You speak with the vocaulary of a pre-teen. At least. You are a clown. You are a gymnast. You are an entertainer. You are tired easily by day's end still and you suck your wrist and rub my arms when you need comfort. You need regular snuggling to fill your love tank. You are completely trusting of any plan your brothers concoct and function at their level in almost any environment despite your age but you also love calling the shots and defining the rules. You are bossy. You have a hard time accepting denial. You are argumentative but actually easy to mold with rebuke. You are responsive to reproof. You want answers. You are incredbily athletic and active. You can mobilize people to do your bidding with your wide grin and bright blue eyes. You flirt. You are silly and sure of yourself. You love Jesus but you need to know your own sin and see your need for forgiveness. You are unpredictable. You negotiate. You make best friends at the drop of a hat. You are popular. Already. You have amazing potential still untapped but I see God making YOU into a Fierce Leader, a model among men who others are drawn to as magnets. God is making you a Captain.
*Rissa, you are 7 months old. You are the Celebrity Baby. You attract stares, compliments and praise every time we leave the house. You are technicolor. You are sunshine. You are the royal princess with loyal subjects who surround you with adoration from the moment your black eyes open in the morning until they close at night. You are busy. You are ambitious. You are happy and demanding and grabby and sweet. You smell like lavender and bananas and brown sugar. You are the epicenter of a new bond in your home. You are the star in the sky we flew to outer space to capture and you shine here in our midst now so brightly that you take our breath away. You are loved. That's a huge understatement. You are special and wanted and coveted and amazing. You are the cherry on our sundae, the icing on the cake, the Dove chocolate in the Halloween candy bowl, the star on the tree. You are the diamond. You are promised by God and handed to Him but you need Jesus to restore your broken heart and redeem your past. You have pain and trials to forge past but I see God making YOU into a Regal Queen, opposing the forces of sadness and shining a scepter of beautiful grace down on the scores who you will bless. God is making you an Empress.
You are my children and nothing on earth - not my own dreams, not my other destinies, not my personal agenda, not my own life is more valuable to me than YOU four tiny people. No matter what comes next - no matter where we go - no matter who you are when you read this One Day, this is what your Mommy sees when I see each of you:
A Fighter, A Hero, A Captain, An Empress.
You bless me by just existing.