The Number 18

This weekend Noah celebrated eighteen months! He has grown so much from this helpless baby born several weeks early. As always I reflected over these past months and thought about all the sweet and funny memories created with Noah and all of the struggle and uncertainty of being a mom. I am so blessed by the love Noah has brought to our family. I thought I'd celebrate these memories with some of our favorite images from the last eighteen months.

Noah is growing up so fast. He is full of personality and laughter. He is definitly testing his boundaries. I thought I'd celebrate his present by listing 18 of his current words:

1. please (newest and my favorite!)

2. babies

3. gone gone

4. shoes

5.heeyyy

6. ball

7. quack quack

8. meow

9. woof woof

10. roar

11. juice

12. papa

13. nana

14. momma

15.dada

16. bye

17. clock

18. bubbles (Noah's favorite!)

Sunday was Senior Recognition and I began to tink about Noah at 18 years instead of 18 months. His little personality has been developing at such a fast rate and he is already suprising me daily. I can't begin to imagine when it is time to let him go. To cry at the sad sentimental songs sung, throw graduation parties, pick out baby pictures for the slide show. What will he be like? How tall will grow? Will his left eye still keep that brown spot? Will he love me? Will he resent that I didn't stay home? Will he have big dreams? Will he love God? Will he walk with Him?