With Arms Wide Open
Isaac Andrew Pruett finally arrived late Sunday night! He weighed 6 pounds, 2 ounces, and was 20 inches long. Mother and baby are both doing well. We all spent today recovering, and will continue to use this week to catch up a bit.
I’ve been amazed at how naturally Kristen and I have adapted to our new roles as parents. I know I have tons to learn, but I’ve been surprised at how quickly my attitude and my actions have shifted. I’m now feeling incredibly protective of my new son, and notice myself taking opportunities to be his advocate without really thinking about it. It is so cool.
The night Isaac was born, I had an opportunity to hold him by myself for a moment - and was struck by a single thought: In my arms is a boy I barely know, and I already would do anything for him; God knows me - even designed me - and loves me with the same depth and generosity. How humbling to think that God doesn’t just love me because the Bible says so or because I’m a pretty good guy. He loves me because he sees me as his own child, his own creation.
I know I’ll learn much more from this experience in the days and years to come. I love the quote: “The years teach much which days will never know.” I’m excited to see the man I grow into - and see my little son grow up into a man in the process.