3 years ago today my life changed forever. I had come to terms with the fact that I may never be a mother. And while that fact was a sad to me, I had faith in my Heavenly Father plan for me and so we moved forward with joy that all would made for our good. Nothing in this life happens by chance and I believe we are lovingly guided through this wonderful and sometimes tumultuous life. The rungs on the ladders of our life guide us heavenward and sometimes those rungs let us feel the love of heaven more intimately. That was what happened on this day three years ago. This little angel was loving placed in my arms, and I could feel that Heavenly love. The miraculous story of my sons coming to us is just that miraculous. No other word can describe it. I have often heard that miracles no longer exist in our day but I attest that I have been the beneficiary of one. I can’t help but be grateful and humbled by this realization. I have no doubt that my son was meant to come to us. That he found his way through these incredible birth parents who honored us with this gift. What sacrifice is more Christ like, and more representative of Him during this time of year than that? My love for them is more than I can state, together we share this eternal glimpse of family and it is truly amazing.
My son, the joy of my life, he has taught me more about myself and the person I want to be. He has challenged me and uplifted me. To now hear his sweet prayers asking to bless Mommy warms my soul. This last year has been a great year of growth, as he learns to cope with his challenges and as we learn to guide him in a positive and happy way to be the amazing little boy he is. He has faced challenges before and come out on top. One night in the hospital, not long after his 30 week birth, he stopped breathing. The alarms sounded as I turned the corner to his room and 4 or 5 nurses stood by his small isolate pumping oxygen on to his small face. I was paralyzed by fear and stood helpless as they worked intently on my 3lb son. After what seemed like forever, but was mere seconds, the incredible NICU nurse team helped his breathing return to normal. I wanted nothing more than to hold him, but he needed to stay still. So I placed my hands gently on him and then watched as my Mr and our good friend pronounced a blessing of healing and health on my son. While the rest of his stay in the NICU was far from perfect he made steady progress and eventually the call came from the Dr. that he was ready to go home. Again I was frightened but we made the trip and my little fighter has grown and grown, surpassing all preemie obstacles that seemed to face him, and fulfilling the promises made in that blessing. Now as he faces a new challenge I can’t help but reflect on that paralyzing night and think if he could come back from that, he can do this, he is miraculous.
So today I say Happy birthday little one. You are our greatest Adventure, our greatest Joy. Thank you for being our son, Thank you for loving us unconditionally. We know we were meant to be an eternal family, and because of you we know the love our Heavenly Father must have for us. I Love you, Happy Birthday.