This man.

25 years. Quarter century. Blown away by the impact of this man in my life.

Lea and I looked so forward to being married. We waited for it. Savored it. (We just celebrated our 27th anniversary this past weekend. That woman is radiant). We loved our wedding day so much. So thankful that we didn't have to keep saying goodbye to each other. We wondered and talked about what it would be like to have a baby. Lea got pregnant about a year and a quarter into our marriage. We were so excited. Lea was very sick. Very sick. Lea got a journal and we started writing on the first page boy names that we liked and girl names that we liked. We wrote down different combinations using the names that we had written down. And we waited.

So much waiting. So much wondering. So much unseen supernatural forming and creating in a baby in a mother's womb and in the hearts of a needy mama and papa. Both are so real. It is unfathomable that another human is literally spoken into realness in the womb of a dear woman. And the things spoken into realness in the mama and papa are no less supernatural. I long for those days of waiting to hear the voice of our baby. What would it sound like? I want to hear that voice. And...... silence......heart is beating faster.....Who was created inside of Lea?

Robert Taylor Kelly.

God birthed beloved son, first born, brother leader, courage finder.

Blown away by the kindness and pursuit of God of my heart through this man. Running over abundant.

With 24 hours in a day, the 25th hour starts a brand new day. He's 25 today. It's a brand new day for this courage finder. I see lots of new in you. Lots of new in you.

My son. This man. I love you.

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