Three Years Ago Today…

Three years ago Today. Three years ago to this very minute…my contractions began. My fifth child was preparing for his entrance into this world. I looked at the clock and I smiled – I knew in that moment that my last baby would indeed arrive on my very own birthday. I had been hoping and praying, walking and walking, and more walking and hoping that I would be able to share July fourth, the most phenomenal birthday anyone could have, with my baby-est boy-boy.
A mere six hours after the first contractions, I was holding the last little Sparrow in my arms. He has been a joy to me since the first noticeable flutters in my womb, and a great source of our happiness every minute of our lives. He is the amazing exclamation point at the end of the Sparrow sentence. He has made us smile every single day of his life. We are blessed to be his family.

Happy almost birthday, Adarius. Daddy’s little Chief. Mommy’s heart.

Now let me get off this post so that I can go upstairs to his bedroom and give my youngest baby some loves while he is still a two year old. My very last two year old…oh, my heart!