In celebration of

I've had a lot going on and I haven't been able to sit down and write this blog. But my baby boy celebrated his third birthday last week. It is hard to believe it has been three years since he made his grand entrance into my world. He brought with him peace and healing to my soul. I feel as if in many ways I owe him my life for the gifts he gave to me.

I hope one day he will truly understand what his life means to me. I hope he will make himself proud. My wish for him is happiness, in whatever form that takes. Tall orders for a three year old I know.

I hope that he won't grow too fast. The three years I've known him seem like a blink of an eye. The morning he was born the sun was pouring through my living room windows. I remember feeling like the whole scene was so surreal. Outside cars raced by on the busy highway that went in front of our house. I thought to myself how life was so normal out there. And in the peace and safety of my home I stood leaning against my husband bringing my son into the world. And when he was here he waited for me to talk to him before he drew in his first breaths. My son. My life.

This was the first day.