Thursday, May 17, 2012

Micah: One Year


Minutes old. 
Hours old.
One week old.
One and half week old.
Two weeks old.
Three weeks. And going home.
June 2011.
July 2011.
August 2011.
September 2011.
October 2011.
November 2011.
December 2011.
January 2012.
February 2012.
March 2012.

April 2012.


May 2012.

At 12 months, you crawl. Not just any crawl, but you scoot with your knees and forearms. We call it your army crawl. You started pulling yourself up on the couch, chair, pant legs, and the other day you used the rocks on the chimney to pull yourself up.

Hannah is your twin. You like to chase her when she is on the floor sliding backwards from you. You giggle when she calls you "the Micah-beast." And you like it when she kisses you on top of your head.

Elizabeth is your safe zone. You like it when she reads to you, but you really don't care for her to hold you in her lap like she desires for you to. She makes you laugh with her funny, made-up words. And your cheek collapses in the palm of her hand when she strokes your soft face.  

You have a speed crawl that happens when daddy walks in the door. You aren't sure if you should laugh or cry with excitement at the sight of him. You always have an open mouth smile on your face when he talks to you. You think he is crazy for trying to teach you to swing a bat and throw a ball. And you love to offer him your forehead for him to plant kisses on.

You are my only baby at 12 months who still loves to snuggle. You nuzzle the back of your head into the crook of my neck. Then you pick your sweet head up to look at me and flash your bashful, flirty smile at me. You hold my hand while I feed you your bottle. And you are always eyeing me to make sure I'm not far from you.

I feel my heart swelling just thinking about you as I write.

Who is like the LORD, Michaiah? Who pardons our sins. Passes over our transgressions. Who does not retain his anger forever. Delights in his steadfast love. Who is like a lion. And a lamb. Who gives. And who takes away.

This year we have feared. We have cried. We have laughed. And we have marveled. Who is like our LORD?


May you taste the steadfast love of the Lord that never ceases. Feel his mercies that are new every morning. Trust wholly in the redeeming work of Jesus. And may your heart say along with your name, Who is like the LORD?

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