My little boy

I love my little boy.

No, I mean, I L-O-V-E my little boy. He's just so wonderful. Man.

I have just laid him down for his afternoon nap. When we first started our adventure together, it was turmoil trying to get him to lie down and go to sleep. But we've established a routine. He knows that when I lay him down, I am not abandoning him or trying to mean (maybe he doesn't really "know" this...maybe he does). I am really acting on behalf of him or for his sake by putting him down to rest.

Being a mom has really taught me a lot so far (and I am sure that there is so much more to come!). I see so many things that God does for me for my good...things that sometime make me squawk and squeal because I don't know what's going on. I think that He's leaving me and I am afraid. But He's not. He's acting on my behalf...doing what's best for me and what honors His own Name. He's so good! And most of the time, I just don't get it. I am so thankful for this tiny glimpse into His heart...

This afternoon, we played for a while and worked on his pronunciation of "Mama" (okay, he's not yet four months old, but he has to learn sometime, right?), and then I put him down. And guess what? He closed his eyes and fell asleep.

::Sigh:: I love him.