Beautiful Boy

Twelve years ago contractions rocked my world...for the first time. The labor and delivery that had been my ultimate fear were behind me and in my arms lay the most beautiful creation that I had ever seen. My baby, my firstborn son, how can it be that you're on the downward side of childhood?

Yesterday, I watched you and your dad pray at the altar with our pastor. I saw how you soaked in their prayers. What a sight. You, my boy, are beautiful.

I have no idea where this year will take us. What a glorious way to begin!

When I was a little girl I only ever wanted to be a mama. When I was in high school I dreamt of being a teacher maybe, but a mama for sure. In college I found your dad and earned my MRS degree. I could hardly wait for you!

You are my dream come true.

Each and every milestone of your life has been treasured in my heart.

I've seen the battle, Baby, for your heart. I've tried to fight it for you, but I can't. It is your's alone. Just remember, I will hold you when you're lonely, feed you when you're hungry, and carry you when you're weary. I'll be your biggest and loudest fan. I am your mama. Forever.

Thank you for surpassing all of my hopes and dreams. Happy Birthday. I love you.

Delight yourself in the LORD, and he will give you the desires of your heart. Psalm 37:4