Ezra

Yesterday morning while waiting for mommy, daddy had a little photo shoot with the kids before Sunday School (note: They were not waiting for me because I took 2 hours in the bathroom, but because I had to do all the things mommies have to do Sunday morning before I had my own ten minutes to get dressed!). This post features Mr. Ezra with his new haircut.

He's our boy. Our first born.

High-energy, hard to control...

... more loving than I ever knew a three year old boy could be.

He is a man of many expressions and many words.

He has come a looooooong way already.

The tantrums that drove us to our knees all day long a year or more ago are nearly gone.

He knows how to share, to potty in the toilet, to dress himself, to ride his bike, to sing songs and play many sports. He is a wonderful big brother.

He can tell you just how Jesus died on a terrible cross to wash away his sins--and will assure you that his Lord lives in his heart and that he will be joining Him in heaven just as soon as he is called.

He is not perfect--and we do not wish him so.

He is ours--loaned to us by the Lord. And we love him more than any words could ever describe.

Thank you Lord for such a beautiful gift!

(Yes, this blog is a little redundant : ))