8 months...yah I know I'm slow

So Azariah is 8 months old. Lots of little miracles in his little life. He has gotten standing down to a science, he likes to practice science in his crib frequently in the middle of the night and just generally at awkward times.

He is crawling. His teeth are also coming out with a vengeance. On a side note, apparently the db were the same at the football game as they are when my son cries. Parenting, because your not going to go deaf on your own.

We laid my Grandma to rest this months. I was lucky enough to pray for her before she moved on. Its odd to me to grieve. Most often you grieve because something is tragic or unfair, but she was 94...it wasnt exactly out of the blue. I have thought about her often, I have wept for her. She was a real trail blazer. She always reminded me that the best kind of women are the passionate ones that love their family. It was women like her, my mother, my sister and more than anyone my wife that a strong man is needed to walk beside strong women. Not strong in the egotistical sense. Strength of humility, strength in failure, strength for Christ. I am grateful for the life lessons this beautiful white haired woman with the silly smile and shining personality taught me. We are planning a vacation to the west coast. We are going to visit Doris' friend and then we are going to BC to visit one of mine and then coming home. We had also intended to subdivide our property and discovered that that little plan went on ice. So there will be some choices for us.

I am learning about fatherhood. With every shinning grin that my son throws my way I am reminded about the urgency of being a caring attentive friend and parent to my son. Even as young as he is he knows me, he knows his mother (obviously) and we are the two people in the world he feels most comfortable with. I must confess a sense of egotistical satisfaction that I can comfort my son more than my mother and mother-in-law. I have always seen women (particularly those two) as being matrons of parenting and men generally check out. It satisfies me because I know my son and he knows me and that relationship is second only to the bond he has with his mother. By God's grace I can be a guide, protector and comforter to him. By God's grace I can instill a spirit of honest, humble joy that can see the worlds evil while believing in the creative good that drives the world through Jesus Christ. My dear wife remains a faithful fighter. She grows more beautiful and enchanting to me with each passing day. I still look forward to every kiss. Every chance to be together. The Lord of Hosts is kind to his lowest of servants.