…on September 18th, 5 years ago, I was 10 days overdue with my first and to be only, boy. He was worth it. I had no clue that he would be born with red hair, that he would love to cuddle with me and he would have troubles with his temper. I had no clue it would take him almost 3 years to be potty trained, that at the age of 5 he still wouldn’t be able to pronounce his “r”s or his “th”s. I didn’t know the fear I would feel when he fell off the playground at the age of 2, rushing him to the ER and witnessing his little boy strapped down as he received stitches on his face. I didn’t know he would be in love with Optimus Prime, Bumble Bee and Spider Man…despite him never having seen the movies in their entirety since they are obviously not for 3 year old eyes.

I didn’t know he would be the child I would pray over the most, the one I would worry about the most, the one I would envision his future the most. For some reason…I don’t worry about my girls, but my boy…I pray over him and I pray hard. I do have some promises from the Lord over him though, real, deep, heart wrenching promises that every day I claim again and again.

I didn’t know what it would be like to have a little boy…but now I do know what it is like to have a Zachy.