A Letter toTimothy

I wrote this little letter to Timothy last night. I had another post planned, but once I got it all out, I figured there was no better place to share my letter than here:

Dear Timothy,

I am sitting here watching you sleep. I do this often. I run my hand over your tiny fingers, I roll your sweet blonde curls through my fingers and lightly kiss your sweet sleeping cheeks.

I look at you and wonder who you will become. I am always fascinated by how God made you. You are part of mommy, part of daddy and all made in his image.

When I first found out I was having a boy, I wondered how it would be. Would you still be the snuggle bunny I had always looked forward to? Would I give you everything you need to become a healthy happy well-adjusted man? Would you inherit the best or worst parts of us?

Looking at you now, I know your personality. You are strong-willed. You never waver on your sense of right or wrong.

In recent weeks, the cuddle monkey I've always wanted, is here. You'll throw your arm around me and hug me so tight I hear you grunt a little. You sit on my lap more and requests me when he needs something.

Now, you are from perfect. You have the temper of an angry elf. You melt in puddle of tears if we even look at you sideways and you have the nasty habit of saying "no" to nearly everyone about everything. But, if you say yes, you really mean it!

You won't say I love you, but you show us everyday that you do. Your daddy and I look forward to the day we can tell your bride how you refused to say I love you to anyone.

Speaking of your future bride, Gods in control. Since I was pregnant, I've prayed for your future wife. I know God has already started preparing her heart for you. And you for her.

I know the Lord will put the right person in your life. We want you to have a passion for the Lord like you currently have for your choo-choo's.

We also pray for constant clarity on our decisions for you.

I hope one day you can look back at this letter and smile. Smile about the person you were, and who you will be then.

Love,
Mommy