And today, he turned three. Sniffle!
All the problems we had during our pregnancy seem so far away now. A great feeling of uneasiness would well up inside me during the last 5 months of my pregnancy with him, each time I remembered that his tiny baby body was broken. But that feeling was replaced by a growing hope in God and his sovereignty over Israel. All the suffering he endured when he was born is, for all that I can see, forgotten by my little boy... although his tummy will look different for the rest of his earthly life. (You can read about that time by clicking on the posts from 2008.)
But I can never, ever forget the constant and loving presence of God with us through that journey. He showed himself wonderful in Israel's life, and he's continuing to do so. And I'm coming to realize more and more how this little boy is not really mine, and never was... he belongs to God.
Your momma loves you, big boy... always. My greatest prayer for your life is that God would be glorified through it, even in the painful things.