Tonight was the first time Micah didn’t cry at all for his bath! He used to cry as soon as his feet touched the water. Then he got over that, and would start crying when I poured water on his head to wash what little hair he has. And, until tonight, he always cried (at some point) during the transfer-to-baby-bath-towel-and-getting-dressed process. Until tonight.
I could hardly believe it. He almost seemed to enjoy his bath! He is growing up.
Before he went to bed, I was nursing him and he kept looking up and catching my eye with the biggest smile his little face could contain! I could hardly stop laughing, which meant he could hardly stop smiling. . . so of course he couldn’t concentrate on nursing. It was the sweetest moment!
I hugged him and told him he was the little boy I’d always wanted. I told him that I pray that he will grow up to love God with all of his heart and I pray that we will be great friends some day when he is all grown up. I told him I’m sorry for the things I’m sure I will do that may drive wedges between us, and I told him to know through it all how deeply he is loved–by God, and by Mom & Dad.
I had to look away, or he would never stop smiling, and he would never finish nursing!? . . . My precious little Micah-man. . .