“Oh, magnify the Lord with me,
and let us exalt his name together!”
Psalm 34:3

The pot full of dill caught my eye, and I plucked a stem and spun the flower between my fingers. I hadn’t planted it myself; my six-year-old son had dumped way too many seeds in a starter pot, months ago, and per usual they all sprouted. I laughed, thinking of his natural green thumb. Even the morning glories he had placed along the fence were forcefully pushing their way through the weeds I’ve been neglecting.

As I watch my children grow, it amazes me to see that everything they are has been there since the beginning. One boy studying nature, and trying to defy gravity every chance he gets. One who is forever building, with all the things, and asking all the questions. And though we will always be learning about each child, the interests of our younger two are still emerging. One tells me about animals as he’s gaining words in his vocabulary. The baby (yes, there are four kiddos now!) goes with the flow and grins and speaks his mind when needed.

Each stage with each child is new and exciting. Each child is similar to those dill seeds, formed with all their potential right from the beginning. Time is a beautiful thing, a gift to watch each flower bloom.