My little Isaiah  Isaiah, you are one now. I need to pause and
catch my breath as I type that. How fast the time has flown.
Weren’t I just gazing at this tiny face yesterday?  This has
been a magical year with you, one of much much hope for our
family, and for me.  On your first Epiphany, when you were in
the womb, we drew gifts for everyone as is our tradition. My
friend Angela (she’s your friend, too) was staying with us at
the time and she pointed out I had forgotten to draw a gift for
you.  So I said a prayer, put my hand in the basket and drew the
word “hope.” How perfect a word to sum you up, even before you
were born!  So I wanted your name to reflect the hope you
brought to our family.”Isaiah” means “God is salvation.” What
greater hope do any of us have, but to spend eternity with God?
You, in your very name, tell the world that.  Have hope, you
say, with your sweet smile.  Take heart, you say, with you
infectious laugh and adorable dance.  You are such a fun,
spirited little baby. You make me, your