Thinking about how quickly Little Bit has changed, it makes me think about how much I have changed. Since becoming a mommy, how is my life different? Am I more patient? Or less so? I know he won't remember these first years, but I hope he will always know that I tried my very best. There were days that I felt like giving up, because they were hard, that hard... but I didn't. I didn't because he means that much to me. And I hope I can teach him to be the same way. To never give up, to keep on a'truckin' and to love like lovin' is going out of style.
I hope that he will see that his daddy and I love one another very much and that we would do anything for one another and especially for him. I hope he will see his daddy apologizing, and his mama being a little (lot) less stubborn when they've had a disagreement. I hope he finds charity in his heart for others and a longing to follow God's purpose for his life. I hope he loves pickle juice, just so we can make daddy gag together. And I hope he loves to work on cars, even if I wrinkle my nose when his daddy mentions spending his evening out there. I hope he'll root for the Reds and never refuse to kiss me goodnight and yell at me for embarrassing him.
Mostly I just hope he's happy and healthy and that he'll always have a family to turn to, even if they are a little dysfunctional.