Our Son’s Birthday
Our son turns eight today. It his third day of third grade and his first birthday without his dad. He has been very cognizant of the situation and talks about the loss with an extreme level of maturity and emotional stability. I know that could change at any moment but am so grateful thus far.
Son, we loved all 10 lbs., 2 oz. of you when you were born (vaginally, without drugs – don’t ever say I didn’t do anything for you).
We loved the chubby, happy baby you became.
We were thrilled to watch you become a protective, kind big brother once.
You did such a great job, we let you do it again. Sorry it was another sister. God gives what He gives. You’re a good sport.
We love you so much. We could not have asked for a better son. You’re energetic, funny, smart, and so sweet.
And no matter what our future holds, I hope you know that your dad loved you and was so proud of you. You were his buddy. He wrote you this birthday card a few weeks ago and I can’t wait to give it to you today.