9 Months

Max, for NINE months, I waited for you, loved you, prayed for you, and longed to meet your precious life.   Now here you are, NINE months old.  And everyday it seems like you show me something new about yourself, I love you more, and am honored to pray over you.  I had no idea what having a son would be like;  I have treasured every minute of the carefree spirit you have, the rough and tough play we enjoy, and the sight of little trucks & balls around the house. 

 I imagined a little dark haired boy, but your blond crazy hair has been such a fun surprise in our house. Your smile is contagious, and you are so full of love. I hoped you would enjoy music like your Daddy, but I think you love it even more. I love to see traits of your Daddy and your sister when I look at you, yet am tickled how uniquely you, you are.

Maxwell Pierce McCoy, you are so loved.