three is a magic number.

September 3, 2012 - Our sweet boy was put in our arms forever.

And life since that moment has been sweeter and harder than I could ever imagine.

I've talked to several girl friends & mentioned that it seems like Bo has always been with us.

Which isn't to say I can't remember life before him. The fun of carefree marriage, just the 2 of us.

But I just had no idea the immense joy that a tiny bean could bring to our life.

Yes. There are hard moments. Times when I wonder how that same sweet bean could be 

so incredibly aggravating. Times I am so disappointed in myself for my lack of patience.

My lack of compassion. My lack of understanding. My failures as a parent.

These past 2 weeks especially have felt tedious, to be totally honest.

I just read Jen Hatmaker's blog today and read this quote:

"We are not capable of healing our kids' bodies and hearts and minds, but Jesus is.

We can trust him with our little families, because He is a good God and He is ever for us."

That's a lesson I've been learning lately. The beauty of the Gospel.

How I need to remind myself daily of its truths. 

I will never be a perfect mother. 

Our family will never be perfect. 

But we have a perfect Savior.

And there's nothing more beautiful than that.

And I have been given such an amazing gift in my husband and my son.

And I just praise God for them.

For the tiny moments of each day.

The triumphs. The trials.

The quiet. The chaos.

My precious, naughty, sweet, stubborn, remarkable boy.

And our family of three for one year.