My baby is four
today. He just started using the word actually
. And he uses it properly
and everything. Sigh.
Shortly after Chris’ confession, I was obviously distraught
. I remember telling him, “I will NEVER have more children with you.”
Why did I make such a final statement? Because if he ever did it to me again at least I would only have to worry about raising Noah alone
and not another child.
I hate that I even said that
. I did, though. Which is why we should be INCREDIBLY careful about what we say when our emotions are wreaking havoc in our lives. We cannot take it back
I can’t imagine my life without this little boy
who wants to know if everything is going to kill him. (Mom, if I eat this am I gonna die? Mom, are those chemicals gonna kill me?) He’s absolutely a joy
. I’ve had so much fun with him. It’s almost like he was a present from God to Chris and me
for walking the road we did.
And what a gift he is.