One year ago, Yahweh gave us a son. We named you Kale Easton Lukoskie, which can be loosely translated “free man from the east.” Fitting, since we almost didn’t get your birth certificate from the state of South Carolina.
It was an amazingly powerful and sweet #homebirth, but even better than the experience of pushing you out of my body is the experience of being your mom and watching you grow over the past year…
Your smile is contagious. You currently have five teeth and a slight underbite that I secretly hope you never outgrow, because I think it might be the cutest thing ever.
Your laugh is evidence of His Kingdom on earth. I’m so glad you like being tickled, because I could listen to those baby giggles all day long.
You look a lot like your daddy. And that’s okay with me.
Watching you and Indie play together brings me so much joy. Your personalities are extremely different, and I’m positive the Lord did that on purpose. Let’s just say there’s a reason why we call you “the great equalizer.” Yahweh knows exactly what we need… 😉
You love food. And so far you seem to be a pretty healthy eater. I’m betting that you’ll have a strong immune system like your sister, especially since we let you play in the dirt!
You only cry when there’s a legitimate reason. Like hunger, sleepiness, teething pain, or a dirty diaper. That makes it easy for us to figure out what you need, which I greatly appreciate.
You are so special. I knew you were special the day I found out you were growing in my belly. I knew you were His…
You weren’t planned. But our God has a way of working everything out, and it was pretty amazing how He did so during a very uncertain and stressful time in our lives.
We were living with my parents at the time and renting out our house to save money since I had recently lost my job. There were six months left on the lease our renters had signed, and I feared what would happen when we told them we needed them to move out so that we could have our home back in time for a baby to be born. Right before we were planning to call and tell them the news, they beat us to it! They ended up having to move back to Asheville and needed to be out of our house by the end of that month. We were able to move back in in plenty of time.
One year later, I lost my job again, and we decided to sell our home and use the money to pay off the enormous amount of school loans and credit card debt we had racked up over the last decade. This time, we moved in with Jereme’s parents. I cried the day we signed the closing papers. We had started our family there, and I was going to miss it.
But now, when I look at you and your sister, I’m reminded that you are home. My real home is in my Father’s house, and every moment with my family provides a glimpse into His Kingdom.
A few weeks ago, I started experiencing some pregnancy symptoms (mostly extreme bloating), so I decided to take a test.
It was negative.
I remember feeling a twinge of disappointment while staring at that strip, followed by a sigh of relief, because, well … three kids? In the words of Jim Gaffigan, “that’s one way to live your life.” 🙂
(In all seriousness, I would love to have at least four or more kids, but not before we’re ready. And only He knows when that will be.)
We haven’t planned a celebration yet (which is so typical for us), because we’ve been so busy with moving this week. We’re finally settling into our own space again. But when I realized what today was, I had to at least sit down and write a little something for my sweet baby boy. We’ll probably have a party on Indie’s birthday to celebrate you both in a couple of weeks.
Until then, happy first birthday Kale Easton Luke. This year flew by and I can hardly believe it. I love you so much.