(Joyful mysteries note: please tune in tomorrow for our guest post.) 

Curly. Miker. Grandma. MJ. Muscles.       Marty. The Micah-phone. Micah. 

In a space between despair and hope…you came into our world. 

I held your small olive hand and stared into your newborn baby eyes and I knew…we’d be okay. 

You are all boy, and all sugar. You hide from the spotlight but it finds you. You are too sweet, too witty, and too incredible for it not to.

You still fall asleep wherever you go, and watching your joy playing baseball as your curls curve over your hat, or seeing you laugh with your whole soul are images I’ve captured and wound tight against my heart. 

In a space between despair and hope…you came into our world. And for the past nine years I have loved and cherished  the gift you are to us from God. 

Your life is Such a gift. 

Happy Birthday Micah Jeremy.