As I sit here feeding my babe I realize that one day this little guy will be a man. I look at his tiny fingers kneading my shirt and his little toes curling and uncurling as he eats. I wonder where those feet will take him one day and what those hands will do. It's hard to imagine them as big enough to do man's work, but I know all too soon, when I grasp his palm, it will be bigger than mine. 

My prayer for him is not to be happy. I think too many men (and women) fall into a trap of thinking the world owes them happiness or another person's responsible for their happiness. And, so they search and search for this elusive creature breaking their own and other's hearts along the way. 

No, I pray for Grayson to be content with himself (ultimately finding God) and to know that being happy is an emotion and not a goal to bank your life on. I pray he focuses on loving others. I pray he knows that love is work and not to think when happiness is gone so is the responsibility to love a person. I pray in the hard times, which he will have, Luke and I gave him a strong enough foundation that he can always look to our lessons we taught him when his heart is unsure of what to do. I pray he can always find something to be thankful for even when he's at his darkest. 

I pray a FULL life for him. Not a life searching aimlessly for fleeting happiness. I pray for a life full of purposes that are bigger than an egocentric perspective can give. I pray he always has confidence but realizes life is more than about him and his feelings.

I love you Grayson Wesley. More than anything I pray you live the life God has planned for you as His child.