Happy Birthday, Finnie Bear

This little nugget is one year old today. Goodness gracious. So much of these past few years have not gone "as planned" (whatever that means). We've had more than a few genuinely scary, painful days. But the joy God's brought us through our kiddos far outweighs the struggle. I cannot imagine this family without our Finnie in it. He is snuggly, brave, beautiful, and kind. His little dimpled smile splits my heart wide open. Truly, Jasper and I love these boys more than we ever thought possible.

Once in a while, I'll watch the kids playing together and think of that quote from The Office: "I wish there was a way to know you're in the good old days before you've actually left them." It's like God gives me these sharp moments of clarity in the middle of our chaotic lives to see: THESE REALLY ARE THE DAYS. Hold your babies close while you can, Mel. Laugh with them, dance with them, pray with them, be gracious to them. These moments are a gift, and you only get 'em for as long as you get 'em.

Ask me how I know the Father is kind and empathic, creative and fun, rich in love, and calling me to live LOVED—to live for something way bigger than myself.

How do I know God is who He says He is? I look into the eyes of my children.

Happy first birthday, Finnie bear. You are more loved than you'll ever know.