9 years ago

9 years ago, you were born.

9 years ago, they placed your tiny wrinkled up body on my chest and at that moment I knew I would never be the same again. I kissed your little cheeks and rubbed your back and wished you a happy birthday. You cried and cried while the nurses poked and prodded but stopped quickly when they put you back into my arms. Both of us knowing you were where you belonged.

You are growing up so fast. I can see the pieces coming together and your opinions being formed about this world. You are fighting hard to make a place in it while trying to figure out what that place looks like.

I pray you will:
- turn to God before turning to anyone else.
- find the good in all situations.
- be true to who you are in Christ.
- not settle for less than the best.
- be protected spiritually, emotionally, and physically.
- have a constant love of learning.
- fully understand my love for you.
- take risks and open yourself up to get hurt... it's the only way to grow.

When you hurt, I hurt. When you have joy, I have joy. You hold a part of my heart, I never want back.

Happy Birthday, Peanut.
I love you,
Mom