Now my youngest thinks he's a big kid too, insisting that he isn't turning three, but five, thirty-five or forty-six. He asks to drive the van, insisting that I should share. He's such a little character, this boy who rhymes girl with squirrel, a ball of bright blonde energy who begs to be chased through the house over and over again. I'm so blessed to have him as part of our family, our visible reminder of God's goodness(Tobias means God is good). Happy birthday, Kian!
Joining with Emily and the others as we celebrate God's grace in the midst of brokenness: