Nine Months

 This sweet head,                              this sweet face...

They are nine months old today. 

I love this little boy so much, and can't believe how the time has flown, nor how big he is. He has learned so much and has become his own little self, sweet and giggly and curious and squirmy and a thousand other little Peter ways. 

           

As of his 9-month checkup today, we have 22lbs, 31.25 inches of boy. 

His length was marked as "greater than 95%," well outside the Dr's category lines on his chart. His shaggy noggin, however, holds firm at 95th percentile and his weight at 75th. 

             

Life is such an adventure with this little boy. It's hard and wonderful and fascinating. And I still often feel what I felt when we came home from the hospital: "What? Why have we been entrusted with this little life? We don't know what we're doing!" But thankfully, God's promises are still as true as they were that day.  As Paul said in his own desperate times: 

...But [Jesus] said to me, "My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness." Therefore I will boast all the more gladly of my weaknesses, so that the power of Christ may rest upon me....for when I am weak, then I am strong. (2Cor 12:9-10)

Amen. So I gladly boast that, in my own weakness, this power of Christ has carried us these nine months. And as Paul did, I continue to acknowledge (even boast in) my weakness as a mom--not with shame and self-loathing, but rather bold gladness and God-rejoicing. Because my hope isn't in myself, but in Him. And as he continues to uphold and bless and grow this extraordinary little boy (and keep me sane and joyful all the while) the glory will be all his for his marvelous work in these jars of clay.