Surprise. He's Potty Trained!

He's amazing. No surprises there. I have loved discovering his personality and strengths this last season of life. He LOVES verbal affirmation. He does not like to be corrected in public. As I horribly found out at church Sunday after he burst into tears when I did that. Awful. I felt so bad. He is not motivated by gifts or things at all. He connects to you by sending time with you. He is empathetic and shows it by touch--kissing or hugging the hurt person. He loves praying for people and has a heart that hears God even now. Over and over he has told us to pray for things we later found out that were needed. He loves doing his "sponsibility" aka his responsibility, making his bed, every morning. And when he wants to do something he masters it with little fuss.

One week and he sorted potty training. I was not looking forward to this season but he got it so fast I was barely stuck at home. He even got up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom. Whew! That wasn't bad at all.

Max and I continue to live up the sunny days here. I am choosing to focus on the positive here. Some days I miserably fail. I thought of the Mount on Sunday while I was absolutely freezing and tears began streaming down my face. I love my family, I love what Sam is doing and I love being Max's mom. To complain about missing the summer and warm seems dishonest compared to how happy I am with where our life is going. Yet I still have days where all I want is friends from home, walking around Target, effortless conversation and sweating. Transition. It's still happening for me.

Today I focused on the four hours at the beach, God's presence meeting me when I desperately needed it, weather warm enough for frappuccinos and eating dinner on the deck.