noah is 11 today.
we spent the a.m. yesterday watching home videos from 1998. my boy really loves me and let me hold him tight for a while as we watched together; baby at the hospital, meeting the great grandparents, his dedication, and each month's b-day marked with recordings of him narrated with a tender mommy voice ( i miss that voice) sharing all things my noah could now do (put his fist in his mouth, lift his head, scoot...).
and now he is 11.
and i LOVE him.
and he LOVES me.
john eldredge (author of Wild at Heart) might think it is totally inappropriate, but i think there is a sweet romance between a mother and her son. i know this because my boy melts me like butter! when he turns on our song, "How Sweet It Is" and asks me to dance, when he leaves me a note to tell me he loves me, when he opens the door for the girls and i, when he surprises me with a scrambled egg b-fast, or extends a helpful hand, when he wraps his arms around me and says "your my favorite," and when he gives me the look.
it is so good to be a loved mommy.
i think of those first moments after he was born, holding him, and saying to God "a boy?" (we chose to be surprised), and our generous God replied, "now you have two men to love you."
11 years later i am overwhelmed by the ways God chooses to lavish His great love on me.
Happy Birthday Noah!