Fingerprint Friday

Dear Son,

It's your birthday party today. You are four years old.

Full of life, love, and hugs. You were a bit of a surprise to us, but not to God. He knew we needed you as much as you needed us. They told us you were too big to deliver naturally and that I needed to have a c-section. But God saw them coming a mile away and sent a wonderful lady to warn us that God was with us and you would be just fine.

I had you in three hours. Of all four kids, you were my biggest at 9.5lbs.

But you were the easiest delivery I've ever had.

When you were three months old, my smiling baby's eyes rolled back, his color went white and his body went limp in my arms. I called 911 and prayed.

And prayed.

I thought, for a moment, that I was losing you. But then, your color came back. The EMT's took your vital signs and asked us what hospital we were taking you to. I was so afraid for you.

But God knew.

He knew I needed your here with me for longer than three months and knew that this moment would be replayed in my memory as a precious reminder of His Grace and the gift of children and the preciousness of their lives. And especially of how special you are.

And you were fine. You stayed four days in the hospital and you were fine.

Months later, after you had just started walking, you bit right through your lip and blood gushed out all over Auntie Becky's kitchen. Your Aunt thought you needed stitches. Did you? You might have. But after it stopped bleeding...you walked away and played some more.

You have a scar on your beautiful big lips.


You have toppled, head-first, over a ball pit. I caught this one in action:
You were fine. I believe you giggled and then tried to re-create your topple.

And recently, you've drank from a bottle of Benadryl and ended up in the emergency room for a two-hour observation. Again, you were fine.

If I didn't believe in God, I'd say you were very lucky. But I do believe in God.
It's not luck that brought you to us. It was God and His plan, His purpose, was for you to be in our family. You help make us a better family.
Nor was it luck that has kept your curiousness from seriously injuring you. You have God's fingerprints all over you. (And a whole legion of His angels watching over you, I'm sure.)

(Gosh, you look like your Uncle Adam in the picture!)

We love our Little Luke!!!! Thank you for making me a better mom by reminding me how important it is to pray for my children! :) Happy Birthday! I hope you have a day full of memories and love that will last a life-time. Your love will certainly last for all of mine.

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