I can't believe that my sweet little boy is now 6 months old. It seems like it was just yesterday that we brought him home for the first time. I remember looking at him in the hospital the day he was born and just realizing how this little person would change my life forever. I can also remember all the months and years I prayed and cried out to God to send me a child. Those were some of the hardest times of my life, but I am so thankful for every tearful night because they have helped me appreciate every second I have with my son. I don't take a second with him for granted. Even the times when he is crying at 2:00am, I am blessed to be rocking my baby back to sleep. He is everything to me. I just hope and pray that I can be the mother that he needs me to be. Being a mother is such a huge honor. Even more than that it is a huge responsibility. I feel the weight of this responsibility each and every day. I am constantly going before God and asking him to give me the strength and wisdom I need to raise this little boy. In a world full of hurt and evil my initial reaction is to protect him forever. I just want to keep him close to me forever and never let him go. But I believe that God has great things to do with this little boy of mine. I know he has a great purpose on this earth and I can't wait to see what it is. Thank you Jesus for my sweet little miracle. James, your momma is so in love with you.
On a lighter note, this is the pre-bowel movement face that James gets right before he has a blow out. (and yes, one second after this picture was taken we had a massive blow out, fun times).