The boy is growing in leaps and bounds.
Taller, leaner, more apt to karate chop invisible foe and throw rocks down hills while making missile noises.
His desire to see his room is becoming less pressing with each wrapped present we put under the tree. He is SO excited about Christmas. And he’s having lots of fun here in Reno.
Also, he talks now… have I mentioned?
After months of worry and fretting and waiting and hoping and bribing and begging and, finally, CHILLING THE HECK OUT; he speaks. In full, legible sentences. It started about 3 months ago or so… a new word here and there and there and soon he was saying pretty much anything we asked him to repeat. And now he talks.
Most nights, just before I drift off to sleep, I think of Ezra. I think of the day and the changes I’m sure to have seen in him. I think of his future. Will he ever grow into that large noggin of his? I think of the person he will fall in love with and I pray for her. (Lord, protect her heart. Stand guard over it.) I think of how I need to brush his teeth more and how he’ll be old one day and how he’ll probably have the ability to make a whole room full of people laugh and beam. Because he is already so funny and witty.
Every night I pray for him to grow in Godly wisdom, and for him to have a heart like David did in the Bible. David was SO overjoyed that God was returning to his people that he tore off his robe and started dancing like a crazy person in front of all his friends. He danced because his heart told him to, and all his friends laughed at him and thought he was drunk, but he wasn’t. He was just living outside of the bounds of DOING WHAT EVERYONE ELSE THINKS YOU SHOULD DO.
We need more modern day Davids in this world.
I just know that Ezra will dance to a different tune like that.
Heck, he’s already begun.