Our Isaac is turning four this Friday. He is such a character, such a unique personality in our family, and I am struggling with how to even write and capture some of who he is.
When I was first pregnant with Isaac, a blood clot loomed over him and the doctor gave the pregnancy a 50% chance of making it. My father-in-law encouraged us to offer this little life up to God, in imitation of Abraham offering Isaac on the altar. And so we prayed and endeavored to trust God, and the name Isaac came to be the theme of the pregnancy. (Isaac means "laughter", which Drew has often noted is the perfect name for Isaac.)
Called "I-man" almost from the beginning, but often referred to as "the Lil Man" by our guys
Had the genetic predisposition to love donuts
And then suddenly he grew up on us. Isaac taught us to trust God through his early pregnancy and then challenged us again to trust God through his trying toddler years. It's amazing how he and Drew are such good friends but very different in their personalities.
Isaac loves the cats. He likes to hold them, chase them, pet them, lock them in the toy chest, and, most of all, snuggle them.
One thing I love about Isaac is that he is not fake. If he doesn't like something, he will say so. "Doesn't Ella look pretty?" may be met with the answer "Not really." Or he may tell your friends that their lasagna tastes funny or that their cat is small or that their house smells like stinky cheese. He's 100% genuine. What he loves he loves with all of him, and everything else is just ho-hum.
Sometimes I worry that he will get lost in the shuffle, that being #2 with Einstein as your older brother and Drama Queen as your younger sister will cause him to fall into shadows.
And so at his fourth birthday, Isaac stands with a year of change ahead of him. His second little sister will be born in a few weeks. He will start a more formal version of school (at least formal for us) this fall as part of a Classical Conversations community. He is stepping more into his role as a helper around the house with chores and responsibilities.
Toddlerhood is a thing of the past, and even being a preschooler seems to be passing quickly into the phase of just a plain little boy. Not that there is anything plain about this little boy.