He is my firstborn. The child that made me a mother. The newborn that we fumbled over and the one that we have probably made more “mistakes” on than I care to admit. But we must be doing *something* right, because we couldn’t be prouder of his character and who he is becoming. We feel so fortunate to be his parents and firmly believe that God has given him a special set of characteristics that will one day be used mightily. He is my leader. My outgoing one, my encourager. My tenderhearted, passionate one who literally OVERFLOWS with joy. His sweet teacher this year calls him her “joy pill,” because his joy knows no bounds.
I never thought in a million years that the girly girl that I am would be a boy mom, and much less enjoy it, but my sweet Max has certainly changed my mind there, which is a good thing because we will be welcoming ANOTHER BOY to our family in July. We are a little shocked, as we all were convinced (and I mean go ahead and paint the nursery pink convinced) that we were having another girl, but super excited for all the new boy adventures that will be coming our way. We love you, Maxwell and are so proud of you. If this next little boy turns out half as sweet as you, we’ll be in pretty good shape! 😉