The last year has been the greatest adventure of my life. Between the 9 months of pregnancy, the experience of giving birth, and the happiness and awe of my son’s first months, I have found myself thanking God again and again.
Anyone who knows me well knows that, while I desired to get married and have children one day, it was not necessarily an end goal of mine. In particular, the prospect of having children was one I faced with both excitement and great fear.
But now that Isaac is here, I cannot believe how much joy he has brought me. It is beyond what I ever could have imagined. I look at his tiny fingers, toes, eyelashes, and nose and I marvel that they all formed inside me. When he smiles as I lift him out of his crib after a nap, my heart melts with delicious warmth. When he giggles as I kiss him all over his face, it only makes me want to kiss him even more. As I watch my husband and son grin at one another, their noses just inches apart, and the shape of their eyes a near mirror of one another, I want to laugh with happiness. And when I watch my parents fawn over him in adoration, rock him for endless blissful hours, and practically crawl over one another to get his attention, I almost have to hold back the tears.
In His character and person, God is a parent. By choosing to share that part of Himself with humanity, He allows us to taste this abundantly good aspect of His being. I sense that goodness every day of Isaac’s little life. I had know idea that the gift of parenthood could ever be this sweet, and I am so grateful to God for it.
May your heart be filled with equally exceeding joy this Thanksgiving day!