Happy Birthday, Crosby Boy

My little boy is two years old today.

I cannot fully articulate just how much I see Christ all around me, thanks to this child. Crosby lives his life with such joy and curiosity and fearlessness— man, is he fearless! I admire that so much in him, because I tend to view the world through the lens of worry and comparison.

But every day as I watch my child play in a pile of dirt, laugh with puppy Ellie, or stare in wonder at a plane in the sky, I see more and more that the good Lord keeps His promises, that fear of man is a bad friend, and that even though we can't give our son the world, he is happy, prayed over, covered in grace, and deeply, deeply loved. And that is more than enough.

As his godmama texted me this morning, "Y'all prayed a long time for the exact life you are living! Life is crazy! God is good."

The Father knew what He was doing when He made Crosby our son. And since tomorrow is not promised, let me say this for the record: Crosby Furniss, every day your dada and I have shared with you has been the best day of our lives. You point us to Jesus Christ in a million different ways, and even though I'm supposed to be teaching you, you teach ME so much. Thank you for being such a kind, hilarious, passionate, non-materialistic, content, joyful little boy. To say I am proud to be your mama is putting it way too lightly.

You'll never know, dear, how much we love you. Multiply that by a trillion, and you'll barely scratch the surface of how God, your Creator and true Daddy, feels for you.

Have the happiest birthday, son.

Let's dance a lot today.