Bubba

My Bubba turned four last Sunday. I can't believe he is four! Just look at that sweet little face in the banner picture; he looks so pure. Tomorrow we are celebrating his four wonderful years with friends and family. We actually rented the Tumblebus, and he is very excited about it. The look on his face tonight when I reminded him that his party was tomorrow was so blissful; like there could be nothing better anywhere than his party. On his actual birthday, he kept asking, "Is it still my birthday?" He just couldn't believe his good fortune that he got a whole day to himself. I don't know if this is a good thing or a bad thing, considering that he is the middle child. When he was born, I was happy that he and his brother would be buddies, but at the same time I was apprehensive that he might not be able to find his own voice. His brother had come before him, you see, and not that our family or friends wouldn't value Slade for his individual worth, but all the "boy" things had been done, and all the boy sweetness and fun didn't seem quite as new and shiny. The Lord in his ever-faithful way took those quietly whispered worries and has made life such a sweet and exciting adventure with our Sladey-doodle. He recently quit saying that his whole name was Sladey Doodle, as in first name, middle name, and then Anderson.

Sladey Doodle Anderson: we couldn't have special-ordered a more complete blessing. You have given us hours of enjoyment and a million smiles. As many times as my heart has squeezed with worry about your health and my mind filled up with a myriad of unanswered questions, the joy out of your heart has been two-fold. Through you, the Lord has sustained both your Daddy and me. Everyday, we speak blessing over your life and your choices. The same way we trusted the Lord four years ago in making our family of three into one that would include you completely, we will continue to entrust you in His care. We love you!