On February 12th, my sweet boys turned eight. I can hardly believe it. Where did the time go?

There was a mix of emotions leading up to this birthday. I love these boys so much! I wish time could slow down so they could catch up. I long for the typical things an eight-year-old boy can do. I want them to be able to play on a sports team. I want to throw a birthday party where they pick out the friends they want to invite. I want to have conversations with them. But ultimately, above all else, I want them to be healthy! I want their struggles to go away!

There is the deep joy of who they are… and the ache of what feels stolen.

In those moments, I sit with God. I sit with Him in the disappointment and the grief. I remind myself of His goodness and how He has shown up for me before. I’ve seen Him do miracles, and I am still contending for their complete healing.

Until then, we are going to celebrate every single victory!

Stafford is really trying to say more words and starting to use words to label things. Jackson said a sentence in context today. Something simple… “Wash my hands,” as he held them up and headed to the restroom. This may seem small to some, but for us, it’s huge. It’s progress!

So while eight doesn’t look like I imagined it would, I believe there is so much more ahead. Eight is going to be their year! Believing God is going to do a mighty work in their bodies. I’m believing this will be a year of many victories! I know God can restore the time that has felt stolen.

So grateful I have God to walk this journey with me. I truly couldn’t do this without Him.

“You will keep in perfect peace all who trust in you, all whose thoughts are fixed on you!” Isaiah 26:3 NLT

Today we took them to their favorite place- the trampoline park! They had the best time! On the way home, we stopped for dessert, and a gluten-free chocolate cake caught Stafford’s eye. Today was full of joy and laughter. It was a good day.

As always, thank you for praying for my sweet boys! One day they will also thank you!