You were due on July 4th, but decided to come 2 weeks early, by literally crawling your way out of my womb. It was a bad idea. It was cold and we weren’t really ready for you. So you screamed for hours. Your name means “long awaited son”, but with those lungs I decided I could wait just a little bit longer so off to the nursery with you!
What an entry. I shouldn’t have expected anything less from you, Gremlin.
Ten years later…
- you’ve learned how to enter a room without so much drama.
- you are learning to be ok with having a tender heart.
- you have such a strong love for animals, but there’s a special place in your heart for birds.
- you’ve learned the power of friendship and the healing results of an encouraging word.
Happy Birthday, my little man. Can’t wait to celebrate many more with you.