I cannot believe it was one month ago that Jonah entered into our lives. It seems like we have known him for a lot longer than that. He has already taught me so much about life and God. I often wonder if he has taught me more than I have taught him to this point. I am wondering if that ratio will ever reverse itself. One of the things that crossed my mind the other day was when he was fussing and carrying on when he was supposed to be sleeping. So I watched him from a distance to make sure everything was okay. He kept carrying on and started to cry as if the whole world were coming to an end. Little did he know his dad was right there making sure everything was alright. I think he is a lot like me in that I fuss and whine and act like an immature infant at times when all the while God is looking over me making sure I am safe. When I am looking over Jonah as he is sleeping there is not a thing in the world that could hurt him without getting past me first. It makes me wonder why I make so much of a fuss before God at times in my own immature way when all I really need to do is realize He is watching over me and that everything is going to be alright.