Adam turned 6 years old a couple weeks ago, with much fanfare (Transformers-style), but those photos are still stuck in my camera because I’m too lazy to upload them. But this is Flashback Friday anyway, so we won’t worry about that for now.
I get tears in my eyes looking through these old photos to find just the right ones to share today. Adam’s name appropriately means “first son” but another meaning is “made with God’s hands.” One of the things that blesses my heart in the Word of God is that while God SPOKE into being most things in our universe, the Bible says that when it came to us, He made us with His own hands, Adam first, of course, and then the rest of us He carefully knit together in our mothers’ wombs. Each of our kids is so different from the others in such amazing, intricate ways. Of course they were fearfully and wonderfully made–how could anyone doubt our loving Creator who has ever been a parent? As my little baby boy has grown, and and grown and grown (he’s hungry ALL the time already, Lord have mercy, I’m glad my husband makes a good salary with three strapping boys coming up in this house!), I feel such love and joy to reflect on what a joy he has been to me, and to have this privilege to bring him up in the ways of the Lord!
Adam Elliot Cash is smart, articulate, sensitive, imaginative, thoughtful. He’s the kid that compliments me at least 3 times a week on what a great cook I am (all three meals) and thanks me for the little things that moms are just supposed to do, like washing his baseball uniform or reading a book to him. He’s the kid that makes friends easily with anybody on the planet, even if they don’t speak his language. He’s the kid who always knows where we are, implanted with the same GPS chip that his Daddy has. He’s the kid who excitedly welcomes every new guest into our home, introduces everyone present, and leads them on a full tour. He’s the kid who lovingly leads other kids in play, supervising playtimes with wide eyes and a happy heart. He’s the kid who sneaks into my bed to cuddle in the mornings while the others are watching cartoons. I just can’t get over how lucky I am to be his mom. Anyway, here’s a little trip down memory lane with a few shots of him through the years. Enjoy!