This will be, I think, our last Vash memory for the blog. I'd set out to write until I couldn't remember anything else about before we started our family blog, and I wanted it to last about 19 months, the age he was when I started all this. I figured a memory a week for that long, would be just about cover it. Especially when you consider how little babies do almost nothing the first three months of life. (Not knocking that either. I know almost no one who adores little babies the way I do.) It's been great reliving and sharing all of our treasured moments about our first child. Vash really is a special and unique boy. (BTW, Rhyla is an exceptionally sweet and sensative girl.) I'm so grateful that he's come first, to set the example and help me with his younger siblings. I've learned so much already, and feel that I'm a better person because I am a mother. I'm even grateful for the hard days. They teach me about true, eternal, everlasting, love and devotion. I understand more fully the love Heavenly Father has for each of His children despite what they do and where they are. I love Vash with my whole being, whether he's spitting at me, or giving me kisses. I know that Heavenly Father loves His children, whether they're singing His praises, or denying He even exists. It's a great privilege to be a part of a family and to see life from this point of view. I look forward to welcoming more children to our family, and learning more and different things from each one of them.
A story for the road?
Vash was in nursery. He didn't want to sing because the toys were much more interesting to him. They started to sing "I am a child of God" one of his favorites. He has the words memorized. In his hurry to protest, instead of saying "No Singing! Not I am a child of God!" He mixed up and ended up hollering something like, "No, No singing! I'm NOT a child of God!"
:)
"Where are you going, my little one, little one?
Where are you going, my angel, my own?
Turn around and you're two, turn around and you're four,
Turn around and you're a young [groom] going out of my door." -Malvina Reynolds
Not so fast, OK bubs? I'm loving you as my little boy for as long as I can!
