It was 3 years ago today. Almost to the minute. On a night that was much like tonight; cold and rainy.
Really it’s no wonder he is his momma’s boy. In the hours after he was born and we had gotten settled into our postpartum room, the night nurse (who only came up to Justin’s arm pits) firmly said, “Daddy you go home! Get some sleep. Mommy and baby are fine.” Of course he had no intention of listening to her until I assured him that we were just fine, and that a bed would be much more comfortable than a hospital chair.
So it was just the two of us. Snuggled together in the quietness of our room, watching to rain beat against the windows. Just the two of us, taking each other in. He has been my side-kick every since.
There is no one like Gideon.
He marches to his own beat.
He his stubborn and tender-hearted. He sings loud, loves ice cream, wearing things on his head, and I can’t wait to see what the Lord has in store for this little guy!
Just some Gideon favorites…