Today
is my little Carter-bug’s fifth birthday… I can’t believe it’s [already]
been five years with my “favorite little boy.”
I remember
waiting in the hospital room that day after my sister’s water had been broken,
thinking he would be here so quickly. [Little did I know he wouldn’t arrive
until the next day…] Being in that room was the most miraculous and magical
experience: only God could create something so terrifying and beautiful. I
remember thinking that day, I want to do
that. Me. When all my life I had told my family and friends that whatever
little girls have inside them that makes them know from such a young age that
they want to be moms, mine was broken. That is, until Carter. He made me see
things differently and want things I’d never wanted before. He captured my heart from the very beginning…
I remember the
first time he said Nana and knew he was talking about me…
That his first word was ball. [And he said it about anything that even kind of resembled a circle…]
He thought a cat said, “Ooooow.”
And he called his uncle Nate “Nate Drew Miff.”
He’ll tell you all about his favorite team, “KENTUCKY!”
[And if you ask him about his uncle Nate’s favorite team, he’ll say, “Loo, Loo, Loo – Loosiers!” I taught him that, thank you very much…]
He’ll tell you his favorite place in the whole world is Rupp Arena [because of the inside fireworks…]
He’ll tell you he doesn't need to take karate classes because he already knows karate. [Duh…]
I remember Karissa telling me in his siblings class, when all the other little kids were saying their favorite songs were things like Old McDonald Had a Farm, Carter said his was Yeah, by Usher.
I remember convincing him to do push-ups in the middle of Casa Brava and laughing until I cried.
I remember him walking in this past Thanksgiving, looking so sad and telling me it was because he missed me (even though I see him and little Adalyne at least once a week…)
And I remember that same day he leaned over and kissed my hand during prayer.
That his first word was ball. [And he said it about anything that even kind of resembled a circle…]
He thought a cat said, “Ooooow.”
And he called his uncle Nate “Nate Drew Miff.”
He’ll tell you all about his favorite team, “KENTUCKY!”
[And if you ask him about his uncle Nate’s favorite team, he’ll say, “Loo, Loo, Loo – Loosiers!” I taught him that, thank you very much…]
He’ll tell you his favorite place in the whole world is Rupp Arena [because of the inside fireworks…]
He’ll tell you he doesn't need to take karate classes because he already knows karate. [Duh…]
I remember Karissa telling me in his siblings class, when all the other little kids were saying their favorite songs were things like Old McDonald Had a Farm, Carter said his was Yeah, by Usher.
I remember convincing him to do push-ups in the middle of Casa Brava and laughing until I cried.
I remember him walking in this past Thanksgiving, looking so sad and telling me it was because he missed me (even though I see him and little Adalyne at least once a week…)
And I remember that same day he leaned over and kissed my hand during prayer.
I love that sweet, thoughtful, incredibly kind and funny little boy and I am SO thankful God chose my sister and our family…
Father God,
Jesus, thank You. Thank You a million times over for our little Carter. Thank You
for his kind and compassionate spirit. Thank You for all the times he made me
laugh until I cried. Thank You for his tender heart. Thank You that he is such
a protective son and big brother. Father, I pray You would mold his little
life, that he would grow to love You and serve You, that he would be a man
after Your heart. I pray he would always look out for his sister and his
precious momma. Father, thank You that he changed me – that he changed us all. Thank
You for this one. He means so very much to us. But then, You knew that. You did
it on purpose. I love You so much. Amen.
