Can you even believe that my babies are three and one? I can’t! August was an emotional month for me. First, Michael turned three on August 5th. What a day for my big boy! This is one day that his doctors could not predict. I have been waiting for the day he would turn three – ever since his specialists told us that he may not make it to his third birthday. There is nothing more heartbreaking to a mother than to hear those words. It was absolutely devastating and yet I have always known that God has really special plans for my little boy. Even when science and medicine would indicate otherwise. He truly is our little miracle! I thank God for him every night when I tuck him in and feel so blessed that God chose me to be his mother.

I watch my wife as a mother and I feel so thankful that she takes it so seriously. She is a great mom and I am regularly amazed with the patience that God has given her as she is home with them daily. On days that I play Mr. Mom, so she can go out with her friends, I ask her how do you do this every day!?!

Don’t get me wrong here. I LOVE my boys and I look forward to walking through the door each afternoon and hearing Michael shout, “DA DA” and AJ babbling with excitement that I’m home. I look forward to helping AJ take his first steps as he learns to walk and reading to Michael before bed at night. However, caring for two boys all day, wiping the tears, breaking up fights over toys, and trying to keep up with the messes that two toddlers make is serious work. Every time I get a taste of what her days are like, I am so thankful that my wife is with me on this parenting journey and I admire her more and more.