From the archives of the blog, I pulled this description I wrote once about Gabe when he was just a little boy.
“Sometimes I feel like our house is a bit like a hurricane. Winds of activity and noise swirl rapidly around us. Debris is left in every corner of our home. But occasionally, we feel a moment of calm. A gentle breeze blows slowly. A small space is left perfectly organized. And we call him Gabe. Gabe is our eye. The eye of our hurricane.”
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Today he’s 12.
It’s still true of him.
We are watching him fight his way into being a big boy. A teenager.
It’s not always pretty.
But he’s finding a way.
And we’re so glad we get to be a part.
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12 years ago today I had 3 hours of easy, peasy labor and he was here.
God knew this mama would need a Gabe.
He was and is an amazing blessing of a son.
Happy Birthday, buddy.
Happy Birthday Gabe. It’s tough being a blessing sometimes, and sometimes it is also a challenge, but God will provide what you need, just lean on Him and let Him lead. Praying that the peace you bring to others will also be yours.