Luke {3}

On April 22 - just a few weeks ago - I craved salami and provolone cheese.  Exactly three years earlier it was what Vivian and I ate on our last "just the two of us" night.  By dinnertime on April 23, I had baby Luke in my arms.

Luke at three years old is tender hearted and observant, cautious but still brave, earnest yet fun loving.  He is slow to warm up to new people and places, but when he does he's charming and friendly.  He categorizes his world into good and bad, nice and mean.  He is curious.  He feels and experiences life deeply.  Being his mom is refining and enlightening and exhausting in such wonderful ways.

I loved the name Luke for its meaning of "light".  I see the light he brings into our lives everyday, and I'm so grateful.