This time last year, the only Jude we knew was the kicking, rolling very-present little person in my belly.
Today, he is 11 months old.
At 11 months, Jude has revealed a good bit of his personality. He’s patient, he likes to laugh, and he’s a go-getter. He’s been our happiest baby, by far, and definitely our biggest. Jude loves to cuddle, to wave, and to follow his older siblings (especially Jack) wherever they go.
I can’t think of life without this precious, adorable, beloved little addition.
I’m beyond grateful that God saw fit to reach down and bless us even in the midst of chaos and loss. Even though logic, even though common sense said “This is a horrible time to have a baby!” … they were wrong. This is the baby who should have been too much, who should have been a burden in light of our lack. This is the baby we definitely should not have had. And yet …
Life with Jude in it is somehow more everything. More beautiful, more joyful, more complete.
Praise God.
Happy birthday, Jude!!!