Blessed

Right now, I am typing this at my kitchen table. David fell asleep on the couch watching the Military Channel. Jakob is right beside me in one of the kitchen chairs. He is toggling between swinging the cord to the blinds, pushing the cd rom button on my laptop, pushing the Caps Lock button (it has a light, after all), and drinking the sweet tea I just poured into my insulated water bottle.

I was playing a game on FaceBook, but I decided I just had to blog about this, because I know there will be a time when, given the choice, Jakob will not be in the chair next to me while I play on my computer. In fact, there will be a time when he won't even choose to be in the house with me. Not by ill will, of course, but by being able to go out with his friends, or even {gasp} a girl.

Now that I think about it, there are times, RIGHT NOW, when I get frustrated because he wants to be RIGHT HERE beside me.

Tonight, though, I am drinking it in.

I'm letting my heart swell with pride as I watch my son notice everything. And I mean everything. If I move or change anything, he is right on top of it. What is different? Why is it different? What made it different?

I couldn't be prouder as I watch him be him. I love that I get to know the essence of Jakob. I get to know him before he gets out into the world and experiences failure, heartbreak, loss, or pain. And before these things change him.

David and I would love to give Jakob a sibling, but if that doesn't turn out, I hope we never take having Jakob for granted.

Jakob is enough. I know that if I go through my life with what God has already given me, and He doesn't give me even one more thing, I am blessed, and I have been blessed.

Thank you God.