It seems like just yesterday I found out I was pregnant with him. Nathan told me as soon as we found out that if it’s a boy, we were going to name him Hezekiah. I told him probably not, but now I can’t imagine our Hezzy being anything else.

Hezekiah is sweet and gentle while also a little bit crazy and weird. The two years we have gotten to spend with him have been an absolute blessing. His first year was spent traveling around the world and riding on motorbikes. It was full of humid & hot days, and a little bit of craziness. His second year has been full of finding a new sense of “normal”, settling into a new routine, welcoming another little baby and watching our boy turn into the cutest little toddler.

Hezekiah loves to play, especially with his “dada”. He loves hearing Nathan’s Jeep pull into the driveway and will stop whatever he is doing to greet him at the door. He loves to throw balls and loves to run laps from our front door to our back door. He loves cars, but needs someone to crawl around on the floor with him at all times. He loves to cuddle his sister, but sometimes accidentally pokes her eyeball and when she cries, he always gives her a sweet kiss on her head and then runs away to play with something else. His favorite toy is his Jesus Storybook Bible, and I swear he could look at the pictures for hours. It’s honestly kind of a weird obsession but he seriously LOVES it.

He loves to watch Cars and Shrek and Puppy Dog Pals, and also loves his “nacks”. He likes to be given tasks and really is a great helper. He loves to throw away diapers, put dishes away (he is in charge of the measuring spoons), and set the table. He is timid and shy, but once you get on his good side he will always give you a hug and maybe a stale goldfish if you’re really lucky.

When Hez is older, I hope to never forget the way he snuggles when he wakes up from a nap, or the way he loves to says “Chicka Chcicka Moo Moo” instead of Boom Boom. I hope to never forget the way he absolsutely has to give his Mama and his sister kisses before he goes down for bed and the way he squints his eyes tightly shut while we pray before dinner. I hope to never forget the gentle way he plays with my hair, or the un-gentle way he tackles Nathan when we have the Sunday NFL games on.

Our sweet boy is two! Our days are a little bit crazy and I’m constantly reminded how weak I am. It is so easy to lose my patience, to get frustrated and to become so unraveled. However, when I look at Hezzy’s sweet little face I am constantly reminded that God has chosen me to be His mother and for that, I am eternally grateful. I am constantly reminded that I cannot do this on my own. I am reminded each day that I am a sinner, in so much need of grace. I am in need of a good, good father who gives us new morning mercies. I am reminded that on my own I am weak and that when we try to pretend that we have it all together and that we can do things out of our own stregnth, we will be knocked down. I pray that at an early age, Hezekiah will become aware of those things too. I pray He will know that he also has a good good fagther who promises eternal life. That whatever life may throw at him, he will never be alone. His creator, His heavenly father, His savior is desperate for a relationship with Him.

Hezekiah, we love you so much. You are our son, and you made us parents. You are a gift and it is our honor to raise you, to love you and to nurture you. You have been created with purpose and intentionality and you are fearfully and wonderfully made.