My Baby is Four

It's hard to believe that on this day, four years ago, my youngest was born.  After a long day of contractions, not knowing if he was coming or not, Dan raced me to the hospital to have him 37 minutes after walking in the door.  It was truly an entrance fit for Collin...a night I will never forget.

I will be forever thankful for the events that led up to Collin coming to be.  If it was up to my husband and me, we would be a family of four.  God had other plans, and through the heartache of a miscarriage, He aligned our desires with His will for our lives.

I cannot begin to imagine life without my youngest.  He is my wild and crazy, my talker, the life of the party...but he's also thoughtful and caring, putting others before himself.  Everything about him reminds me of my husband, right down to the shape of his head and the unique color of his eyes.

There were many highlights in his third year of life, but I would say the biggest one was him asking Jesus to be his Savior just days before his fourth birthday.  What a blessing.

Collin, my baby, my littlest man...I pray that you follow Jesus all the days of your life.  I pray that you would not lose your fun loving attitude about life.  There are so many things I love about you and who you are...the way your eyes sparkle, that smile of yours, the way you say your "r"s, how you are cautious yet a little daredevil all in one, how fast your legs move when you run, your wild imagination, your giving heart, your love of your hot chocolate first thing in the morning, your obsession with smells, the compliments you give...Momma could go on and on.  I am so sad that this is our last year together before you start school, but I guess you can't be my baby forever.  I wish I could have frozen you at three.  I am thankful for you and pray for many more years with my Zaiah.  I love you!