I must admit, while I don't want my son to grow up too fast and I am enjoying every moment of each stage, there are a few milestones that make my heart sing.
Recently, my son started to put his arms up whenever he wants me to hold him. It's so sweet to watch his face light up as I reach down to scoop him up, and he wraps his arms around my neck. The sweetest little hug from my sweet, sweet boy.
Every morning when I wake up, I make a cup of coffee and begin to warm his bottle. Once the bottle is warm, I go in to pick him up, and see these two precious blue eyes staring at me over the crib railing. No matter how much sleep I had (or didn't have), waking up and seeing that smile puts a smile on my heart.
As he grows from a baby into a toddler, a toddler into a boy, a boy into a man, my heart continues to pray a constant prayer of love and hope.
I pray that he always feels loved.
I pray that he has strong morals and convictions.
I pray that he is strong and hard-working like his father.
I pray he respects all people, despite differences.
I pray that he may know love, the kind of love that has written my own fairy-tale ending.
I pray that he loves God above all else, following His path and trusting in it.
A mother's heart always wants the best for her children. My prayer is the same for all the children of the world.