He's the kid I never really knew how much I wanted until that stick flushed with two bright pink lines. Sometimes you don't know how to be brave until you're already walking in the places you never thought you could walk.
His name means "peace & praise."
Those first months he poured out peace... he rarely cried, he slept well, he went to anyone who wanted to hold him.
And now he's this continual stream of praise... praise for the gift of what I never knew I needed... praise for the discovering of all his tenderly picked traits... praise for the beautiful mess of raising a soul towards the glory of God and all the crazy that comes with it.
Our little Solomoo isn't nearly ask quiet as he used to be. He yells all_the_time. He knows what he wants and doesn't yet have words. His 8th tooth popped through the other day... that too, might have something to do with the all the yelling that eventually turns into crying.
He's a speedy one, crawling like a mad man. He's small but gets himself into enough trouble to keep us all on our toes. He dumped a gallon (yes, A GALLON) of paint on himself while I was switching the laundry from the washer to the dryer. It happened faster than I could say, "oh my goodness!" I wish I had gotten a picture, but once I walked the ten feet over to where he was, I just stood there dumb-founded. I had no idea what to do. Eventually I stripped him down, threw him in the bathtub and threw away the the towel that I used to wipe up the paint and the clothes that he had had on.
This mothering gig keeps me humble... very humble.
I kind of find myself humbly chuckling at the Moms who think that just because I have five kids that I know what I'm doing. None of us know what we're doing. Or maybe for a season we think we know, then a monsoon of mishaps and attitudes hit the farmhouse, and once again I remember that all I really need to know, is that Jesus is near, and He is faithful to give me the wisdom I need in the moment... and never a moment too soon.
My Solomon, he truly makes my heart all giddy... They all do really... all five of these treasures growing up in this place.
But Solomoo, he's the one who made me brave, the one who took me to a place I never knew I could find the courage to go...
And I'm so glad he did.
My life wouldn't be the same without him.
It wouldn't be as rich, as joy-filled, as adventurous, as full of peace & genuine, overflowing praise.