Problems are for Solving

Yesterday, Peter turned six years old. We’re running behind on birthday stuff this year, having just returned from a trip on Saturday and his birthday inconveniently falling on Monday.

Two years ago, on Peter’s birthday, I wrote:

“Last Saturday, Peter Jay turned four years old. It was weird.
“Weird?” you ask. “You have five children and this is the fifth time you’ve celebrated a fourth birthday. How could it be weird?”
Well, in order to understand that you’ll need some history.
When I got married I had a conviction that we should not, except for dire medical reasons (which I was convinced at the time didn’t exist) use birth control. I knew people who shared this conviction and nursing their children acted as a kind of natural birth control and their children were evenly spaced at about two years apart.
Ten months after we were married my oldest, Moriah Elizabeth was born.
When Moriah turned four, Elsie Katherine was 8 days old.
In between Moriah and Elsie we had two boys (NB: not twins), Samuel John and Tobias Nathaniel.
When Moriah turned four there were three little ones in the house.”

The blog post went on to talk about Peter turning four and having no little ones. He was our youngest for much longer than we imagined.

Now, Peter is a big brother. A smiling six year old big brother. And he is lovely to watch with his darling little sister.

Peter will be a big boy—and grows each day. I am thankful that God has given him a joy in life and that we have been able to know him for these six years. Tomorrow night we will have a party celebrating Peter’s birth and will join with others in the celebration.

Thank you God for my youngest son—and for the life that he brings into our home.

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