Thirty sounded old a long time ago. Now, at 30, I feel like I’m just getting started with my life.
There are a lot of things I could reflect upon, deep thoughts I could write about as I leave my twenties. But at this point, there are just a few random, somehow related thoughts that are stringing together in my brain.
So, in honor of turning 30, here is a list of 30 things that are an honest reflection of who I am and what I’m thinking about in this moment.
It’s the age all preemie parents cannot quite fathom when they’re holding their tiny newborn in the NICU.
As monitors beep and whoosh and hum, you hear the doctors say, “By two, your little one will catch up to his or her peers…by two, you won’t have to adjust his or her age for development…by two, most people won’t even know he or she was a preemie.”
Two seems forever away when you’re just celebrating one more ounce gained, one more millimeter of milk digested, one more day before you get to go home.
And yet, here we are. Already and finally at two years old. What a victorious birthday today is for you, my son.
Many of the little and big miracles I could not even hope to dream of during those early days after your birth have already come to pass.
You’re a miracle by God’s great design.
And tonight, as I gaze upon your sweet, sleeping frame, everything becomes blurry. And all I hear is this broken, whispered prayer spilling forth from this momma’s full heart before the feet of an Almighty, merciful God…
Thank you…thank you…thank you for the gift of this life, our son, Your son. Thank you for giving us the privilege of raising this child for You. Thank you for deeming us worthy to walk this road, to grow our faith in the very best way. Thank you for being Emmanuel God, for showing us the Father’s heart, the power of prayer, and the strength that comes from leaning on brothers and sisters to believe in the impossible.
Thank you for Your promise. And thank you for not giving up on us when we didn’t believe…when we were close to losing all hope…when we forgot Your promise. Thank you for Your faithfulness to our family through every valley and mountaintop.
And most of all, thank you for the gift of Your son. By His death and resurrection, we have new life. We have hope for healing. We have faith to believe in the impossible. We are children of the living, Creator God. And because of that greatest gift, we are the family we are today.
Four surgeries, 10 weeks in the NICU, countless doctors appointments, and many, many prayers later…here you are, sweet boy.
You are living proof of the power of prayer. You are everything God promised us when He said that you would be a child full of joy.
Your appa and I are so blessed to be your parents in this pilgrimage. We love you, baby boy. Happy birthday 🙂
The older I get, the more I am learning how to appreciate and truly enjoy my Korean heritage. Two factors also help – the fact that I married a guy who was born and raised in South Korea and…my very, VERY Korean grandmother. 🙂 For those of you with a Korean g-ma, you know what I’m talking about!
Anywho, last month was our little boy’s first birthday! And I spent weeks and weeks waist-high in glitter, hot glue guns, polyester filling, and beans. But it was completely worth it. You’ll see what I mean below. Read more…
It’s finally and already December! October leaves and pumpkin spiced everything had me eagerly anticipating the holiday season, but then Thanksgiving rolled around just like that and we are now all suddenly in the mad dash towards Christmas (and everything else that needs to get done and be enjoyed by the end of the year!).
It’s easy to get caught up in the rush, but I’ve decided to (try) to do things a little differently this year – take this December like a good piece of dark chocolate (biting off a little at a time and savoring every moment of it). 🙂 Read more…