He, who was supposed to be born in October, decided that he would try everyone's patience and begin to try to arrive when he was good and ready. He sent his mother to bed (with three children in the house) and caused no small amount of anxiety and worry on other members of the family. Lives were uprooted and up in the air for a time period. The hospital stays and trying to keep his mother on bed rest were not quickly remedied.
And then he came. Just as I flew home on Tuesday, he decided to arrive the next morning. Air travel has never moved so slow as it did that day. And when I arrived and finally held the little one who had our lives, especially his parents on hold...it was all worth it.
Moses is one of those kids that you love instantly. He has a twinkle in his eye that you know is going to be trouble. He has the happiest smile and the loudest yells. Perhaps the loudness is necessary when you are number four in the house. He keeps everyone on their toes and gives the best hugs and kisses. God has something special for him. Maybe he will be a goat herder...:)
....or a basketball player..
Whatever God has for him, he will be loved. We just can't help ourselves.
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