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With each new day that arrives – I gain a piece of you, and I lose a piece of you. Bittersweet blessings greet me with the rising sun. You are just vaguely different than you were. I look forward to witnessing what today’s growth brings you…while I silently tuck away the sweetness of yesterday.
This is the beautiful burden called Motherhood.
It cannot be explained, only experienced. It’s the place that’s inhabited by both joy and pain, both anticipation and nostalgia, both fear of the “What-ifs” and faith of the “Please, Lord.”
Motherhood – made possible only by someone else’s childhood.
He turns six today. Our fourth child. Since even before his conception, he has been a miracle. We lost him and then found him. We are grateful for everyday that contains his musical laughter…and every single note that dances around our hearts. He is stubborn and funny and smart and hyper and adventurous and compassionate and so dang cute. He is strong. So strong. A strong six-year-old. I am honored to be his mother.
Happy birthday, Precious D’Lo. I am so excited to get to know the six-year-old you! I admit though, a few tears fell as I stole those last kisses from your sleeping five-year-old face. I will miss that version of you…but I am so grateful to know, love, and be loved by who you will become. Happy to hold your hand and heart through the adventures that still await.
Love, Mama
