Mack. He’s funny, kind, sensitive, smart, great with words, and he happens to be my favorite 15 year old on the planet. We all laugh more when Mack is around.
I joke that I miss my sweet 9 year old Mack. And I actually do miss him often. But 15 year old Mack is fabulous. He challenges me in so many ways. I think he may have strengthened my prayer life more than any other human. And I love him for that.
I could cry thinking about how time ticks on by with no regard for the moms who just need it to slow down. I remember distinctly the moment Mack was born. I had just thrown up in a bucket at the hospital and told the nurse that the doctor better get in the room because this baby was heading into the world quickly. So many special moments with this guy.
He has been loved by so many from day one. And though having two extra “moms” in his life frustrates him, he knows he has gifts in these sisters.
And even though us parents don’t know much these days, he knows we love him dearly and want God’s best for him. He may have gotten my nose (sorry), but he is Josh made over in most other ways.
Happy 15th Birthday, Mack! You’re so loved.
