In a word... ugh. This. is. no. fun.... at. all. So, I fell on vacation and long story short, I'm on crutches now due to a stress fracture in my leg. See, I don't think it would be that big of a deal (based on what I read on the internets), but we're going to Disney in a month and when the dr. heard that, out came the crutches... and the instructions to stay off of my leg as much as possible... because both of these are realistic with a 6 month old. I actually got the crutches yesterday, and I have to tell you about my sweet baby, well, big boy. Of course he was completely intrigued by them. When Justin got home tonight, he showed them to him and said, "Mommy hop". But from the time I got on them yesterday and he saw me on them, he has gone out of his way to move things out of my way so I don't fall again. Let me just say, he has done this without me having to even ask him. When we got home from school yesterday, I was going from the truck to the house... this was the first time he had seen me on them. He was walking in the house and noticed something in the garage blocking my way. He walked past it, but before I could get to it, he had turned around, ran back to it, moved it out of the way and then watched to be sure I made it through safely. He did it again today in the den when some laundry was in my path. So sweet, so considerate, so big... did I mention he'll be 4 tomorrow? That's right, I said FOUR. Where on Earth has the time gone? I've been so depressed this week over it. I'm so proud of the little man he's becoming. He's so considerate, and loving, and polite. Of course, he's all boy too... infatuated with cars, and dirt, and bugs. He has taught me so much about myself and so much about life. I am completely in love with him... I never knew something could hold your heart so tight. He's just so sweet. He's started this thing... we sleep late in our house (one of the perks of staying at home). About 8 every morning, he comes into my and Justin's bedroom (J is already at work), crawls up into the bed, wipes my bangs away from my face, and kisses my forehead... sweet, precious, little kisses. He's not trying to wake me up... I've watched him to see what he does if I don't wake up. He simply gets down off of the bed and goes back into the den. Then I hear noises of him playing with his cars... just waiting on Mommy to wake up. Precious... the kind of precious that makes my heart hurt and makes me want to cry because I know there will be a day when he won't ever want to do that again. I love that he loves me like that... when no one else is watching, and that he's taking care of me... being the man of the house when his daddy is gone. Oh, I praise God for the work He's done in this baby's life and pray He will continue it... and I know He will. (He who began a good work in you will be faithful to complete it. Phil. 1:6) I praise Him for the amazing gift He's given me and Justin of raising this little boy to be a man of God, and I'm humbled that He entrusted Justin and I with such an enormous responisbility. The past 4 years of my life have been so amazing, so life-transforming... thank you, P, for giving my life meaning, joy, and love like I never knew, and never knew I was capable of. You are my heart. Happy birthday, sweet baby.
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