You have no idea what it means now, but you will one day realize that your mommy writes each Caney boy, including Daddy, a birthday blog. One day you will read them and giggle at the things I have written you.
This has been a hard year, baby boy. From moving to changing schools, you have experienced so much living in the past year. And my sweet boy, that’s exactly what you do. You live life. You live life like nobody else.
You have learned to potty like a big boy and wear Ninja Turtle undies! You didn’t want to do it until you were ready. We were all so excited when you decided you were ready. When we moved to our new house you started sleeping in a big boy bed! You transitioned perfectly and were never scared.
I love the way your eyes light up when you see me, even if it was just five minutes ago.
I love how friendly you are and how you talk to all strangers. So many people’s days are made better from a Knox smile and a Knox hug!
I love your resilience; you never stop trying.
I love your independence and how you always need to do things on your own.
I love that you tell me you love me at least 20 times every day.
I love that you love. You love everything– people, songs, animals, trees… and you aren’t afraid to tell the world when you love something.
I love your current stage of full embodiment of any and all super heroes— you must have the toy in hand while watching the show while dressed as the character.
I love your desire to be like your brothers. While it makes my heart ache just a tad, I love that you run to them first for comfort if you are hurt or upset.
I love late night belly laugh! I wish I could put it in a jar.
I love that you have no fear, other than large stuffed animals. 😉
I love that I look at you and still see ‘my baby’.
I love that YOU, Knox Driscoll… YOU are the one that the Lord uses to sanctify me over and over until I just can’t take anymore. He uses you to test my patience, to teach me to lighten up, to get over my desire to control, and to forego any fear I might have.
I say it every year, and it never changes. I want to be you when I grow up, Knox. I want to pursue all things– big or small– with love and fervor. I want to laugh until my belly hurts. I want to imagine, dream, play, and bask in joy. I want to make people feel better with a smile or a hug. I want to do all the things you do.
Never ever stop being you, little boy. You are amazing. You are my grace upon grace and my reminder of the Lord’s sovereignty in giving me just what I need.
Happy Birthday Knoxie.