Weebie Turns Twelve.

 Oh friends, many of you have been here from the start. Long before I had children and was a young newlywed who only dreamed of becoming a mom and homemaker. This blog actually started out as "My Journey Toward ... The Glamorous Life of a Housewife." I dropped the first part once my dream became my reality. So many of you have watched me from the beginning - growing into motherhood and cheering me along. You are truly precious to me and your encouragement has been such a blessing over the years. 

And today my oldest son is turning twelve. My WEEBIE! My baby. My literal angel on earth. 

I have many feelings about it. I keep crying and telling my husband that I feel like twelve means it’s his last year of childhood. I know that’s not exactly the case, and my theatrics tend to get a bit out of hand, but gosh - he’s supposed to still be my precious 3 year old little sidekick. My best buddy. How can he be turning twelve?

People warned me how fast it goes, but I thought to myself, “yeah, yeah, that’s what they all say. It’ll be different for us. It won’t go too fast. How could it?” And here we are. Everyone was right, and I was naive. Twelve years have passed in the blink of an eye and there was nothing I could do to make it different for us. 

My mom once told me, “I was there every single day of you and your bothers lives - at every event, every milestone, and every plain old regular day, and somehow I still feel cheated. It wasn’t enough time.” With each passing year I relate more and more to that statement as it echoes in the back of my mind. I am super fortunate to be with my kids so much and yet somehow time is still racing by so fast in front of me that I can’t even seem to catch a glimpse of it. It's leaving me in the dust with nothing but a breeze in my hair from its swindling swiftness. 

 
It’s bittersweet, though. I think back on moments with my babies and though I would love to sit and rock them and kiss their warm little bald heads, I would never want to go back. Because watching who they are now and who they are evolving into is the most gratifying part of parenting for me. 

So many of Levi’s precious little traits as a toddler have grown into some of his most excellent qualities now. And I know they will only build upon themselves and flourish even more as he continues to grow. Being able to have both profound and hilarious conversations with him is one of my favorite parts of watching him grow. Listening to his wise heart encourage his little brother, and his creative imagination write and reveal a captivating story in a matter of minutes. Seeing him be the most fun friend a kid could ever dream of having and him eager to be that friend to everyone. All of this only scratches the surface on who Levi is.

They aren’t supposed to stay little. That’s not part of God’s plan. The beauty of life is to become. And my little Levi is becoming something remarkable. I’m just so thankful his daddy and I have a front row seat. 

Happy Birthday, Weebs. You are our pride and joy every single day. To know you is to adore you. I love you!