Before I found out I was pregnant, I told my husband that no matter how many children God chose to bless us with, they would all be boys. So far I am 2-0.
I know that boys love their Mommies. But they have an incredibly special place in their hearts for their Daddy.
I watch Micah watch my husband. He does everything Jeremy does. He says everything Jeremy says. Including calling me "Baby?" from across the house.
There is no one I rather him be following.
You see, my husband loves God more than anything. He takes leading our family in the ways of the Lord very seriously. He loves me, and he shows me in such tender ways. He prays for all of us. He provides for us. He listens to us. He spends his time with us, just a little less during football season (I kid, sorta.)
He does love some Georgia Tech Football.
He doesn't always get it all right, but he sure does give his job as husband and father all he's got. To some this may seem as if I am bragging. I do not intend to do that here. It is just that he puts so much energy into his family that I can't help but talk about it in my "journal" of sorts.
Micah wants to be just like him. I watch them together A LOT.
If Jeremy is working in the yard, moving a tree, refreshing the mulch, watering the plants, Micah is right their under him. If he is changing batteries in a baby swing, Micah is "twist, twist, twisting".
I know he is teaching him so much more than the task at hand, he is teaching him about loving God.
I am so thankful for the time Micah has with Jeremy. If he grows up to be half the husband Jeremy is, then someone will be one blessed wife. We joke that we will have an arranged marriage for him one day (we only half kid!) But that's another story for another time.
Lincoln has no idea of the fun he will have with those two one day. I can't wait to watch him tagging along too!