He is big now. He reminds me all the time, with importance in his voice. “I don’t get a sippy cup any more, because I am big.” “Mommy, can I hold your purse? Because I am big.”
And on our side, we remind him that big boys do not whine or hit their sister or pee in their popcorn bowl.
Yeah. We’ll see how long that lasts.
We celebrated at Water World, with his other four-year-old buddies.
These guys know Josiah well: soccer cleats and a Manchester United sheet.
I make him promise me, all the time, that he will always give me hugs and kisses, no matter how big he gets. And he always promises. I better get it in writing.
(And the popcorn bowl incident did only happen once, honest.)
Unknown
I just ABSOLUTELY love watching how Josiah has been grafted into your family. In the pictures of when he first came home, there was such an uncertainty in his eyes, and a guardedness. It has been replaced by confidence and security. It's truly a glorious sight to behold, and such a picture of how we all grow in Christ.
Amy Medina
Indeed.
thanks, Becky!
Ashley L
Hi! Things are going again at Missionary Moms! Stop on by! It would be great to see you! =)