As I sit here and type, my almost 2 year old is right outside my office door, playing choo-choos on his Thomas table. It's hard to believe that he's going to be 2! Just seems like yesterday that I was laying in bed, scared to death to be pregnant again, feeling guilty that I didn't want to have a baby. I was too scared to lose another one as just 6 months prior, I'd lost Benjamin at 15 weeks along.
Then in the quiet of the night, God spoke to me. He said the name "Zachary". If I'd just have listened to that voice and looked up what his name meant right then and there, I would have had such a better first 20 weeks. His name means "God has remembered". With that, Zachary, Happy Second Birthday. You're very special. More than you'll ever realize.