On February 19, 1994, I was waiting. Waiting to become a mom for the first time...and that little booger was late. By a whole week!! After an agonizing wait to get pregnant and 5 months of waiting to stop throwing up, the least he could have done is show up on time!
Tomorrow I'll be celebrating 18 years of this handsome young man's life (We bloggie friends are allowed to brag to each other a little about our kids, right?).
It's funny that his birthday and my "God, Could You Please Hurry?" devotion coincide, because I'm watching him wait.
Waiting to vote.
Waiting to be considered an official adult.
Waiting to go to college.
Waiting to break his poor mama's heart--just kidding! I'm so excited to see the man he's becoming.
I remember those days. My parents were big on rites of passage, so I did a lot of waiting.
Waiting for my first bike.
Waiting to get my ears pierced.
Waiting to go to the prom.
And then I entered the big waiting years. Waiting to finish college, to get married, to have a baby...
And look at him now. Now I wish I could have some of the time back. All that looking forward often means that I missed out on the present.
So today I'm giving some wise advise from a sappy mom's heart.
Don't rush. Savor the time while you wait.
I'm preaching to myself too.... We need to slow down and not only trust God's timing for the thing for which we wait but also live fully in the present. We need to enjoy life in the here and now instead of always living with our eyes fastened on the not yet. We need to dig our toes in the sand, raise our face to the sun, listen to our children's giggles, dip our fingers in the batter, whisper secrets to a friend, snuggle on the couch with our husband and do all the simple things that make life truly joyful.
Today I celebrate the times of waiting and mostly I celebrate the boy who was completely worth waiting for.
Happy birthday, Anson!!! I love you!!!