My boy-babe is three:
tiny dancer
fist pumper
car-singer
mischief maker
James Edward Paul, III,
of baby blues, wide smiles, wild ways
and Christopher Robin bangs
Unafraid and unbeholden,
you potty-trained yourself this month
--except for naps. "It wasn't an accident,"
you made that much clear.
Every. Time.
Playful, imaginative, stubborn, and sweet
you cheer our days ("I love you, mama!") and
when night falls we pray again to
listen with our ears,
speak kindness with our lips,
help with our hands and
love well.
You remind us that peace is wisdom-sown,
forged in fire and forgiveness. May we reap
that harvest of righteousness
as one.
But the wisdom that comes from heaven is first of all pure; then peace-loving, considerate, submissive, full of mercy and good fruit, impartial and sincere. Peacemakers who sow in peace reap a harvest of righteousness. (James 3:17-18)
