My Little Baby Jack

I can't help but picture God chuckling to himself as He sent Jack to our family 2 years ago. Not because He was amused to ruin our false belief we were actually in charge of our family planning, not because, despite my pleading prayers to send me the easiest baby on earth because I was already in way over my head, He wasn't going to oblige. I don't think He was laughing because He knew we would spend the better part of the first year in Colic Hell, and not because He enjoyed seeing us overwhelmed. No, I picture Him laughing because while He knew our life was going to be kicked into a whole new gear, He also knew how a baby can heal the aching heart of a sibling, He knew that camping and hiking were about to turn into real adventures, He knew a hole would be filled that we didn't realize was empty, He knew that Jack and Finn were about to be reunited, He knew that Jack would cinch us closer together as a family and cause us to pull into a true team, He knew how much we would love his laugh and his face and his hugs, He knew that Jack would keep us on our toes and that because of him we would be doing an awful lot more laughing ourselves. 2 years might be the limit for some folks, but I'm not sure I'll ever stop referring to him as my baby. Always, always my little baby Jack. And I know now, better than ever, that God was never laughing at us, but He is, no doubt, laughing with us. #happybirthdayjack  #two