DAY TWO

I am thankful for Pearce.

I will never forget the wonderful way Pearce entered our lives. Pearce was a complete and total surprise baby. Jimmy and I were planning to wait a few more years before growing our family but God had better plans for us. Jimmy and I thought we were preventing pregnancy, however it is impossible to prevent God’s perfect plan. Early in my pregnancy, I underwent knee surgery. I remember the nurses asking me on my surgery day if I could possibly be pregnant. I laughed and replied, “No, absolutely not.”



Little did I know …

Four days later, (New Year’s Eve to be exact), Jimmy and I learned we were expecting. Like any normal person would have, I panicked. I was convinced that the trauma of the surgery, pain meds, and anesthesia would certainly have some negative affects on our unborn child. But they didn’t. And I am so grateful for Pearce’s healthy arrival into this world. I am grateful that we have a healthy, happy child. I have a tendency to take his health and wellness for granted, but I know it is by the grace of God that he has been protected.

 I am so thankful that the Lord chose to bless us with Pearce, even though we thought we weren't ready for a child yet. Pearce has brought more joy to our entire family than I ever could have imagined and I often think how good our God is for knowing better than us. He gave us the dream we didn't know we were missing and for that, I am grateful.

I am thankful for Pearce’s bright mind. Seriously, this kid doesn’t miss a beat. Jimmy and I often look at each other, with dropped jaws, as we laugh at some clever, witty comment Pearce has made. Earlier this week I was pulling into the neighborhood and Pearce exclaimed, “Home Sweet Home!” I love watching him pack his “man purse” with tools and musical instruments as he explains his plans to drive to Oklahoma City. His imagination is so vivid and I crack up at the things that come out of his mouth. I love that his little mind is like a sponge, absorbing the environment around him.


I am thankful for Pearce’s compassionate spirit. I am constantly amazed at his ability to offer real, gentle support when I need it. The kiddo may only be two years old, but he has got the sensitive thing down. Today I commented that my finger hurt and the sweet boy came over to kiss it. There have been a few instances when Pearce has seen me cry and he comes right up to my face, tilts his head, and says, “Mama, what happened?”

I am so grateful for Pearce’s joyful laughter. From a very young age, Pearce has blessed our home with the greatest belly laughs. Whether it’s wrestling with his daddy or his response to the funny faces we make, he simply cracks up and enjoys life the way it was meant to be enjoyed.

I am also thankful for his smell. I know that may be a strange thing to love enough to mention, but his smell takes me back to the day he was born. We still use Johnson’s Baby Wash on him so his sweet head emits the same sweet smell I remember. I love to snuggle up into his soft hair as I hold him at night when we pray before bed. Seriously, I don’t think there is anything better than that.



Thank you Jesus for the blessing we have in Pearce. His life is a testament to your mercy, love, and unfailing sovereignty.