eli patrick, two weeks old
My sweetest caboose. He looks JUST like his brothers as babies. Not a clone of any of them, but just joining them in their complete “Morgan-ness”.
And I hope that is so in his personality and place in our family, too. Our boys are all so different, but bonded together by blood and brotherhood and bunk-beds. I pray every night for their particular personalities, but also for them to be knit together as a band of brothers ready to move through the world together. I imagine them as their adult selves, counseling and commiserating and coming of age together.
Gosh, four of them. A girl couldn’t hope to get so lucky as to be surrounded by four small men like these. If they are anything like their daddy as they grow, I’ll be cherished…and I can only hope I’ll show them what a good woman is like. I have no greater hope than that these four small men grow to be great men in the Lord and that they love their wives and families (if they have them, Lord willing) fiercely.
Mike and I have big dreams and plans for this band of brothers. I hold these dreams loosely and with open hands, but I’ll 100% admit to hoping they come to pass. We have the opportunity to live a great adventure, and really, we surely will whatever that looks like.