Seven years ago today we saw your sweet face for the first time. Bruised and swollen from your passage into this world, but beloved by your dad and me.
You climbed into bed with me this morning. Big head on my shoulder, and cold feet reaching my ankles. How much longer till you outgrow your mother’s cuddles? I grieve six years that have come and gone, but I can’t wait to see the man you will become. God blessed me when he gave me you, Knox, and I love being your mom.
You’ve given us 7 years of love and laughter. We love your good-natured, affectionate character. You are a gentle big brother and a supportive little brother. Our encourager. Right in the middle, but not lost. With your contagious enthusiasm and Humfrey-loud-voice you hold your own at the dinner table.