I ran into a blog tonight that really struck a cord in my heart.

It read:

"And most of all, we say a lot by not saying anything at all. We can accomplish a lot by praying these words from Psalm 63:8, “'Lord, please instill in my child a soul with a craving for You, a heart that clings passionately to You.'”

When I read this, it made me think about this little boy I call my son and how quickly time is going by.


Cohen came up to me today and said these words exactly:
"Hi, Mommy. How you doing today?"
Playing along, I replied, "Doing good. How are you today?"
To which he said, "I doing fine," and just kept on about his business like it was totally normal to be a two-year-old asking his momma about her day.

How did the tiny little baby I used to pace the floor with in the wee hours of the night become this walking, talking, little version of a man so quickly?

You know, I was so scared when I found out Cohen was a boy. I knew nothing about boys...what in the world would I do with a little boy?!?

Silly me.

This little guy I was so scared of...now walks up behind me when I'm sitting on the floor and wraps his tiny little arms around my neck and squeezes. He leans in to me so I'll kiss the top of his head. He randomly squeezes my arm and kisses my hand instead of offering his in return for a high five. He tries his hardest to make his hand sign "I love you" and says, "Cohen says, 'I love you, Momma.'" He snuggles in and listens to me read books to him one after another. He leaves his hand on my belly now waiting for another "hello" from his baby brother. He says, "Come on, green!" at every red light that stops us. He runs to grab his chair to help me cook in the kitchen. He grabs my hand and leads me around the house to whatever he has made saying, "Show me! Show me!" He still prefers to be held by momma over anyone else, in fact he usually demands, "No! Mommy hold Cohen!" He asks for me to sing, "Cohen's song" before bed that I made up for him when he was first born, and he looks at me with these loving eyes and an expression I will never forget as long as I live.

What in this world was I so nervous about? This dirt-loving, rough-housing, busy body baby boy is the best gift I have ever been given.

Who knows what day it will be when he's no longer so smitten with his momma and grows up to be who I know will be the most amazing man God ever put on this earth (besides his daddy, of course), but for now, in the present, I am given the total and utter joy of Cohen John, and I pray these days are long and never-ending as they are the most beautiful days of all of my life.