My sweet, sweet Devin. I am doing everything in my power to not make him feel like the classic middle child. His older brother has my attention for things like school while I nurse his hungry, needy baby brother. I don't want my blond haired, blue eyed boy to get lost in the middle. I am trying to play and snuggle with him even if I have to stop what I'm doing. I'm really trying to be intentional about encouraging and lifting him up.
My prayer is that he knows how deeply loved he is by his parents, and more importantly Jesus. We are the first ones to give him a taste of what that all looks like and I want it to be a good one.
