Knox is 6 months old today. Time has flown by, and he is growing up at the speed of light. He is a very happy baby-smiling constantly. He does have a temper and can cry loud enough to make you cringe. He enjoys eating as long as he thinks he's feeding himself and gets excited when we let him drink out of a cup. Most days he sits in the floors and just laughs at whatever his sister is doing.
Today we also found out about the loss of a child suffered by our friends the Malones. Caroline Grace joined her sister Finley in heaven yesterday, much too soon. They are very strong Christians and determined souls, but the stress and heartache that they must be experiencing is completely out of my range of understanding. Please say a prayer today for them.
One of Knox's least favorite attributes is his fondness for eating in the middle of the night. But this morning as I dragged myself around the house in my pre-coffee fog, I realized that if my baby needs to be held and fed in the wee hours of the morning, then that is just fine with me. I know now that there are folks in this world who would give anything to be able to be in my shoes, so I am grateful for my opportunity.
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