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As I mentioned in my last post, we snuck outside last Saturday to get a useable family photo for our ministry page. Although the family photos weren’t anything spectacular, I was happy to get a few pictures of the kids individually. It had been a while since I had taken any pictures of them (as in posed photos rather than my typical candid shots that I love so much). It wasn’t planned and we didn’t spend much time on it. We were just playing around outside and I started taking photos of Bethany. Then Zachary (who is in a complete mimicking phase) sat down and wanted his picture taken. Once I had two done, I figured I might as well call the rest over and see what I could get. I love getting pictures of a specific moment in time. The kids won’t stay the same for long…always changing, always growing. But right now, this is what I am loving…
Oh Mr. Z! How I adore you! You are entering into my favorite baby stage. This is a time when you start to really notice the world around you. You are starting to understand function — shoes go on feet, tops go on containers, clothes go on bodies, and more. You bring us our shoes and demand we put them on. When the other kids are helping in the kitchen, you want to be on the counter helping as well. You love saying hi to perfect strangers. You love your carseat (I suppose after 7000+ miles it brings some comfort and security to you). You give great hugs and you love to cuddle with Mommy. Spicy food is your favorite and you don’t like any drinks other than milk and water. You adore your older siblings and they adore you. You love to throw things and have no clue that there is a difference between throwing a soft ball and chucking a show across the room. Don’t worry, you’ll learn…and at least you do it with a smile on your face. Little man, I am so thankful for you. As I watch you play, I wonder what your life will be like and I am overwhelmed with gratitude for the chance to be your mom. I love you, Zachary.
My sweet Bethany. Beps. Beppy. Bepsters. I’ve said it a hundred times: I love three! Seriously. There are no words. I adore every little thing about you and the age you are. Can you please stay three forever? How will I ever go on without the funny things you say? The adorable things you do? The cuddles and the kisses? I love it all and am trying desperately to soak up each and every moment of your three year old self. I love that adore doing school and ask all day long (usually starting at 6 am), “Is it time to do ‘gool? I love when you tell me, “I very love you.” And then I tell you, “I love you more.” And you respond with, “I love you morer!” I love that you are completely happy to eat nothing but corn or a bowl full of beans. I love that whenever anyone asks you what time it is, you look at your watch and say, “Four o’clock.” Unless it was the other night. Then you looked at your watch and said, “Cupcake time!” I love that you call oatmeal “antmeal” and that you have the most amazing manners of any three year old who has ever lived. “Thank you, mama” flies out of your mouth a zillion times a day. I love your soft blond hair, your silly personality, and your big hugs. And it breaks my heart every time you ask, “When are we going back to my Ibu Erna’s house?” (Our house in Indonesia). I love that you miss Indonesia, miss Ibu Erna, and always always call her, “My Ibu Erna.” My sweet Bethany, I love you dearly. I am so thankful that when most people would say four children is enough, God chose to give us you. I cannot imagine life without you. I am so glad to be your mama and I can’t wait to watch you grow and blossom into the young lady God has designed you to be.
How do I find words for you, Miss Katie? Spunky. Feisty. Giggly. Sweet. Style. Words just don’t do you justice. You bring excitement to all our lives. We never know what crazy outfit you will come downstairs in and we don’t know what crazy idea you will have next. I love that you make lists for your day (well, you insist that Daddy write as you dictate) and then you never once look at the list the next day. I love that the things that concern you and you deem to be emergencies are often things that are years off (“Mom! I know what I want to eat for my 9th birthday!”) I love that you adore babies in every way. Whether it is your plethora of baby dolls or you begging me to have another baby (often suggesting that twins would be ideal), babies are forever on your mind. You would never take your hands off of Zachary if we didn’t force you, nor would you ever clean up anything. You love to take photos, draw pictures of our family, and do Bible time with Mommy. You would rather no do school — ever — and if I never brushed your hair again, it would be A-OK with you. Your two missing teeth are the answer to many of your prayers and you love to write and give invitations to events you forget to put on. Oh sweet Katie, I love you. I know that God is a creative God with a sense of humor because He created you. As we often tell you, I am not sure the world is ready for Katie Phillips! But oh sweet girl, I adore you and I can’t wait to see God’s plan for your life unfold. He’s up to something special!
How does this keep happening? How do you keep growing up and I keep finding myself loving you more and more? Just like Bethany, I begged and pleaded with you to stay three forever. But each year you do what you told me at age three, “I have to grow big and change numbers.” And as you keep growing and changing numbers, you keep becoming this young man that I have to stand back and ask myself, “Do I really get to be his mom?” Beaver, you are amazing. I shouldn’t be surprised, though. You are your dad in miniature form. You love to have fun. Anything is worth it is if it is fun (and we’re working on the situations when that fun is at the expense of others.) Your smile lights up the room and I love to hear your laugh. I love that you still want to cuddle with me (and have a suspicion you will still want to when you are fifteen but will threaten me with your life if I ever photograph it or tell others.) You are the most amazing big brother. You adore the three younger kids and are often seen playing with them or helping them with something. You often will make the little girls breakfast or lunch and you let Zachary hit you on the head and you laugh. You love to cook (including pink and purple pancakes for your little sisters) and you are my right hand man when we make tortillas or Indian bread. Baked oatmeal is your new specialty, and as I type, the smell of the cinnamon rolls you wanted to make fills the house. You are our little monkey — always climbing and often found in trees. You are strong and an athlete and your freckles make me swoon. You have a special bond with Caleb and I am often amazed at the unexpected blessing of raising three boys when, if I had had my way, I would have had none. I love you, Levi, and I can see that God is molding you into an incredible young man. I am so grateful to be your mom and I look forward to many years of watching you grow in favor with God and man.
Caleb. What can I say? When I find myself lacking for words when it comes to you, I always give up and settle for, “You are such a cool kid!” And that’s because you are a cool kid. You are this amazing young man with a beautiful mind and a big heart. If Levi is a mini-dad, you are a mini-me. That’s exciting and humbling and scary all at the same time. I understand you in a way that is deep. It’s as if I can hear your thoughts, foresee your struggles, and dream your dreams. Your creativity and passion inspire me. You see things that no one else does. Where others see trash, you see treasure. Where others see impossible, you see nothing but possible. You catch onto an idea and pursue it with relentless passion — until something even more exciting grabs your attention. You love to get up early and you love to run. We run our miles together and I can’t quite get over the fact that I have a ten year old who looks forward to a long run with me early in the morning. I love to hear you talk of running marathons one day and I know I’ll be waiting at the finish line (not having run it…I chicken out on dreams past 13.1). I love to see the amazing Lego creations you build and the attention to detail that makes them so great. Walking into my office to write this, I almost tripped over your full American Ninja Warrior Lego model that I hear from Alaina is a prototype for what you plan to build in the front yard. I think we need to chat. I love that you haven’t let your academic struggles keep you down. You understand that you are a great work of God and that He created you just as He wanted you. You are excited to keep pushing on in reading and in therapy — partly because you understand the world that opens to you with the ability to read well and partly because, in your words, “Doing therapy together means we get to spend even more time together!” Sweet Caleb, I love your just-like-mama talkative introverted (no, those are not mutually exclusive) personality and I am waiting with earnest expectation and hope for God’s beautiful plan for your life to unfold.
You are the amazing girl who made me a momma. A short paragraph can’t contain even the briefest feelings in my heart. I. AM. SO. BLESSED. You are my dream come true. I spent many, many years wondering if God really loved me and cared about the desires of my heart. When you were born and the nurse told me, “It’s a baby girl!” all of that wondering ended. Never had I wanted anything so much as I wanted a baby girl to hold, love, raise, and watch grow. And you have been the fulfillment of my dreams, bringing forth the reality that God really can and does do far more than we ever asked or imagined. You, my girl, are my walking, talking, giggling, hair-curling, Duggar-watching, nose-in-a-book, cupcake baking almost-twelve-year-old daughter and I couldn’t be happier to be your mom. I hear so many women dreading the teenage years and I literally can’t wait. I am so excited to see you blossom into all God created you to be. You are kind, considerate, grateful. helpful, and polite. You might be a bit bossy towards your siblings sometimes, but we’re working on that You pick up on everything — the feelings of those around you, the ideas of things you hear and read, and the private conversations Dad and I are having on the other side of the house. You are my memory (because having you and your siblings killed mine) and you are the one that inspires me to be a better me. I love you and your sweet smile, your fake laugh, and your beautiful blond curls. I love seeing your heart for the Lord grow and I am looking forward to seeing how God weaves your love for people, beauty, and words together into something that world desperately needs. I love you, sweet Alaina, and today, just like every day, I am absolutely thrilled to be your mom.