Gavin turns three years old today.
I feel like I say this all the time, but seriously. Where has the time gone?
It seems like just yesterday that Jesse and I were getting the phone call that we could go to the hospital to be induced because Gavin decided to be a week overdue. I remember sitting down on the couch before we left home, and crying because I was so scared/excited about this new journey that we were about to head on.
We had prayed for a baby for almost two years. Many tears and learning how to trust God in every situation of our life, we finally got pregnant. That moment when I saw the little stick and the indication that, yes, we were actually pregnant, was filled with wonder and praise to God. Feeling the baby move and kick inside was, I thought, the most wonderful, weird, feeling ever.
We decided not to find out what the gender of the baby was, but when the nurses and doctor said it was a boy, Jesse and I weren't really surprised. We had that feeling all along that our little one was going to be a boy. Seeing Gavin for the first time was emotional and again, I was filled with thankfulness and joy that God had heard our prayers and answered them.
Now our little baby is three. Not so little anymore. But still little enough that he fits into the same shorts and sandals as last summer (awesome for our wallet!). He loves to run, jump, climb (which results in falling) and play every single sport imaginable - all at the same time.
He has a fierce love for his little brother and is the first one to run to Cameron in the morning to say good morning and is sure to give him a hug and a kiss before they both go to bed. He also knows how to push Cameron's buttons, but we are learning to tame that side of things. :)
Gavin is my one to snuggle. Whenever we are sitting on the couch together, he always hooks his arm through mine to make sure that we are extra close. Reading books, especially Eye Spy books, is his favourite thing - besides watching Franklin the Turtle.
He is learning new things everyday - especially the alphabet or numbers (not his strong side...he can blame that on me). He loves to sit down with one of his Bible books or sing "Jesus Loves Me" as he falls asleep in bed.
He also has a temper, some strong first-born tendencies (I should know) and continually needs to be reminded to be gentle.
We are so thankful for this little munchkin and continue to pray that God molds him into a godly man who follows after Jesus with his full heart.
Happy birthday sweet boy!
