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For the life of me, I cannot wrap my head around the fact that my favorite boy is 5 years old. FIVE. Do you know how much can happen in five years?! and how much can’t… it’s ridiculous. And quite possibly the most sweetest journey to be a part of.
This year (probably because of the significance of my own life journey) I’m finding myself in this all kinds of crazy, emotional, sentimental, being. So here I go:
five years ago, I was in a soup kitchen watching homeless men and women walk into the warm air with snow on their backs and holes in their gloves. It was one of the moments that is tattooed in my heart as a “God blessed you good kind of way.” and my mind raced through a million thoughts… “yes you have warmth, nic. yes you have shelter, nic. yes you have love, nic…and it’s waiting to meet you.” So I finished up and met my dad and James as the little South Dakota van trekked through icy roads making it’s way to sit amongst the other loves waiting for our news that Jackson Robert was our newest, most precious love…
He’s still our most precious love…. and our funniest too. Just a little taste of it:
“Mee-cole. do you know everything.”
“Why does life have to be sooooo difficult” said as he’s lying in bed after waking up from a nap.
“Oh. shoot. I. just. died.”
Kid, look. I just died too. Your adorableness is too much to handle and my heart just bursts at the seams. You’ve blessed me so good.