Today my little boy turned 7 years old. How can this be? It certainly doesn’t feel like seven years have passed since I first held him in my arms.
But even though he is a big boy now, he still loves his mom. He loves to cuddle, and he loves to bring me all kinds of wonderful gifts that he makes himself or that he finds in the back yard.
He fills my heart up with joy. And this birthday we are especially blessed, for a little over a week ago, Foster prayed and asked Jesus to be his Savior.
So instead of a normal post tonight, I just want to enjoy my big boy who has filled up my heart with joy from the moment God sent him to me.
3 John 4 “I have no greater joy than to hear that my children are walking in truth.”
Happy Birthday, Foster James! I love you!