Joshua moved in 2 years ago, on September 17, 2008. He was 6 weeks old. I finally had my boy home. How has life changed since then?
My living room is littered with little boy toys. Trucks, blocks, puzzles, books, stuffed animals, sippy cups, and giant legoes now decorate my home.
Sleeping in is a thing of the past. I hear "mama" over the intercom, and as much as I would love to sleep in, my heart smiles to hear him call my name.
My car only holds 3 adults now instead of 4. His "buckle" as he calls it has its permanent spot in the back. He loves looking out the window and pointing out things.
My bank account is smaller. Between daycare, diapers, and a little spoiling, our budget has shifted around to incorporate his needs.
I've made new friends. I'm involved with MOPS because of Josh, and the women I've met there have been wonderful.
My world is smaller. These days are so fleeting and life is so busy that sweet moments of cuddly hugs are treasured like fine gold.
My heart is full. I could not imagine my life without him. I thank God every day for entrusting us with our precious gift.
This little boy is completely an amazing, miraculous treasure from God. He is every inch a 2 year old - complete with melt-downs, grubbiness, new words every day, stubbornness, and fierce independence. The beauty of him is that he loves unconditionally.