We named him after my brother, who moved to heaven when he was only 20 years old. I was going to name him Andrew Timothy, because I didn't think I could bear to hear my brother's name, I thought it would make me and my family too sad, it might make us remember our loss. However, Robert encouraged me to reconsider, and I am so glad I did, because that is not the case at all. Timothy means "honoring God" and as it turns out, it has been an honor to be his mom. He is a wonderful young man, an excellent student, and hard working athlete. I am so very grateful to God for loaning him to me.
Part of me wants him to stay like this little guy in my lap, he was so easy to kiss and hug then, nowadays not so much; Robert says that is because I kissed him too much as a child, I still find it hard to believe that's the reason. Anyway, there is also another part of me that is looking forward to seeing him become a godly man, who continues to honor God, may it always be so. That is the bitter sweetness of being a mom. I love you Timothy, Happy Birthday my son.