When Josiah was born seventeen years ago, I was tired. I already had a 31/2 year old daughter and a two year old boy. Josiah completed our family and proved himself capable of keeping up with our fast family pace. He seemed to always be striving to keep up, even when it would have been alright to be slower due to his less time on this earth; but Josiah had this uncanny thrive to speed up with his siblings.
He still does. Maybe because of being the third child, we felt more confident letting him try things sooner. Or maybe because he proved himself trustworthy and able. I love Josiah's heart. He is solid, empathic, kind, loving, caring, and the list goes on. He is my baby and forever will be.
We picked his name from King Josiah in the Old Testament; he acts like a King sometimes, but Josiah was an upright King before the Lord and we prayed that our Josiah would be upright before his Lord.
We moved to Idaho when Josiah was 2 months old, so he didn't remeber California-although he is a native born at Kaiser Santa Teresa - and he used to think he was from Idaho. Even though he was born in San
Jose, we lived in Marina, Monterey at the time. Long story. Josiah was 5 years old when we came back and settled in San Jose. He used to complain about not having snow in the winters, and not being able to go sledding a block away from our house.
Josiah adapts beautifully to changes and doesn't complain. He is as loyal as they come and he is a very good judge of character. He senses the "feel" of a room and adapts accordingly.
I pray God's best for Josiah. I pray his choices will match his Heavenly Father's choices. I pray for physical, emotional and spiritual health to Josiah forever.
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What a loving picture you have painted with your words...you are a good mom.
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