Worth it.

Holy cow! I'm sure this is the first of many, many times I'll sit in awe at how fast "our baby" is growing (I forsee a similar post 15 years and 11 months from now : ) Yesterday was the one month mark for the little guy. Its hard to believe he's been here that long. Then again, I think about how much he's grown and changed and it seems like he's been here for years. It has been such a privilege to be his parents and get to sit by his bedside and watch him. Yesterday we were recounting our daily schedule with friends, and each time I want to say "but it doesn't mattter." I'd like to share a few sentiments from one of my a friend of mine who was quite helpful to me when Logan was born. He and his wife have had two premature babies of their own.

We talked about how having a premature baby helps to understand how God feels about us. In the beginning, we could only look through the box at our precious little boy. We watched him as he slept. He didn't know we were there and there was no "reward" for going, we went because we love him. He'll never know we were there; we went because we wanted to. "I think God is the same way. He has always waited by me, even when I can't acknowledge His presence and I am an incapable, incompetent being, just for the chance to be near me. Not because I am anything special - but because He loves me - and to Him. . . I am worth it."

Today Dale and I celebrate our second wedding anniversary and I can't help but think about how things have changed for us over the last two years. I am richly blessed. And it is worth it.