9-10 months

So, our world has been busy. What can I tell you. Azariah is 10 months old this month. Very exciting for us. Every little victory he has is a triumph and every success reminds us that our son is a complete genius and very unique in his ability to...lets say walk along furniture (not biased).

Our most recent adventure was a trip to the American west coast to visit friends and a trip to the Canadian coast and then east home. 66 hours we were in the car and Azariah did amazing. It was funny to think of because in the hospital he exhibited a very mellow personality. Doris and I were both struck by this fact. We made mention of that to the nurses who told us, "just wait...he's gonna change." Well he hasent. He is still mellow and smiley and generally the biggest grief he causes us is while walking through a mall at least a stranger or two every hour will comment on how cute he is. I am grateful for the peace my son seems to have and I dont take it for granted. It is God's peace that abides in him because it sure isnt genetics going on there.

We did a lot of really amazing sight seeing on our trip, but the real reward was to spend unbroken time with my two favorite people in the world, my wife and son. We purchased and sold our house recently as well. We will be moving to the big city.....yup Steinbach here we come. For those of you who are unacquainted with the area, Steinbach is about a 5 minute drive from where we live. Some friends sold their place and we are very excited to move in. It is a much more spacious house, with a much smaller yard so Doris is happy and I am happy. Doris is taking the opportunity to start a daycare so if you know of anyone send them our way or just pray for us, thats good to. I am excited because of sidewalks and I can easily walk to work. I enjoy walking to work. I had a job once that was close enough to walk and I enjoyed it immensely. We sold our house while we were on vacation and thank God it only took 11 days from start to finish. Something we are very grateful for.

At a gathering a relative commented as I held my son upside-down that we should have that kind of trust in God. As I think about the process of childhood, I am struck by how many situations I can simply immobilize my child and have him be completely okay wit that fact. As an adult my control defines me. It is my liberty and my right and anything that would challenge it is wrong. My relationship with God flies in the face of that. When I think God's purposes were fulfilled with the death of my father when I was young I frown inside, but I think of how I can grab my son when he needs to be saved and I reminded how imperfect a perspective we can have on life.