It hits me every now and then how many big changes are heading towards Gardner. I didn't mean for all of them to happen to him in one year's span, but it looks as if it's working out that way.

In the next 8 months, he will be moving into a new house, getting a new room, moving into a "big boy" bed, gaining a new sibling, and perhaps be introduced to potty training (depending on how the other transitions go, that is).

I realize daily that he looks to Ken and I to be his rocks. During the day, if he hears a loud noise, pinches his finger in a door, or just gets too sleepy for his own good, he runs straight to me, pressed flat against my legs, and reaching his fingers upward. I pick him up, kiss his little head, and console him the best I can.

He will need Ken and I to become even stronger, bigger rocks during the next few months. That can't happen if we're so wrapped up in our own things that we don't focus on this role that we also play.

Lots of changes ahead, yes. Some a little scary, some really exciting, and some, well, just different.

Sometimes I feel just as unsure as Gardner does in his new world....I just wait until the world grows dim and I rush into Ken's arms, or better yet, kneel before my Father and ask for His peace.

I guess I am still a child at heart. I'm so glad that I am.