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• Sat, Oct 23, 2004 7:11 PM

  Isaac is one year old... When I reflect on this I think of the song that begins
  Where is the little girl I carried?
  Where is the little boy at play?
  I don't remember growing older...
  When did they...?
  
  Where is the tiny little bundle that lay on my chest in the hospital room...already raising his head to investigate his new world and then sighing contentedly and resting it back down again.
  
  Where is the tiny baby who bestowed on us sweet smiles as he was falling asleep and made us acutely aware of this intense love in our hearts?
  
  Where is the determined baby who insisted on rolling over unto his stomach at every opportunity once he knew that he could?
  
  Where is the energetic child who jumped for joy in his crib when he saw us walk in the door and filled our mornings with blissful grins?
  
  Where is the sweet sleeping child that rested his head on our shoulder as we took him from the car seat and rushed him into the house as we tried not to wake him up?
  
  Where is the curious little toddler who has figured out how to remove or thwart most of our child safety locks?
  
  Where is the bubbly child racing for the door when he hears his Papa's keys in the lock, or who lovingly bestows kisses on his Mama?
  
  He is still all here. Hiding these memories in a quick smile that fleets across his face, or reminding you when he is still not to big to cuddle up with you. He is growing up so quickly, achieving so many new things each day and is quickly becoming a boy not a baby. we let go of his babyhood and treasure these memories as the boy emerges...and now instead of carrying him, he chooses to hold our hand as we walk together.
  
  We thank God for him and know we have been given the awesome responsibility of stewardship of his young life. As we pray with him every night, we entreat the Lord for him, that he will know his Savior at a young age, that he will be righteous, kind, wise, strong, unselfish...the list goes on. We do the best we can and trust the Lord for everything for this precious gift. And we smile...and hold him a little tighter.

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