I had to throw one in for Royals pride...
You have been beyond fun this month. Even now as I'm typing this, you're sitting behind me, playing on the floor, yelling "da-da-da-da" and whacking your hand against a basket. I really feel like you're trying to talk to us. You've started this adorable habit of raising your hand and saying "Hey!" (or what we interpret as that word, anyway) when someone says hello to you. And sometimes I hear you having little conversations with yourself, alternating between high pitched "ba-ba-ba" and low pitched cooing.
A few weeks ago, your dad and I did something very special - we dedicated you at our church. In front of God and family and everyone else, the elder asked us this question -
And we said, we do.
We definitely don't take this promise lightly. We know we will fail and mess up and get angry and sometimes choose what we prefer instead of what is best. So if you're reading these words and immediately think of those times when that has happened - forgive us. But know that our heart as your parents is to love you in such a way that you see who Jesus is and cling to him as your only hope.
Luckily, we aren't raising you in isolation. God has given you some pretty amazing aunts, uncles and grandparents - both spiritually and by blood - who can teach us and encourage us as we parent you. And we are so thankful for the community we have that will love you almost as much as we do.
So keep growing and playing and exploring (although not too quickly - you haven't started crawling yet, but you are already walking around while grabbing onto my hands). You make life exciting and a bit unpredictable. I wouldn't have it any other way.
Happy 8 months, little guy.