It’s been three years since you’ve been outside of my womb, but you’ve been in my heart for 3 years and 9 months.
It’s been three years since I held you in my arms for the first time and couldn’t believe I was touching you with my hands, for real. You were so tiny and perfect on that very first day.
It’s been three years since God trusted us enough to give to us a new life to mold, a heart to hold, and a responsibility weightier than another other, to fulfill.
These past three years, Reef, I have become a better, kinder, more thoughtful, happier, more centered, more careful, grounded person. I see everything differently. I appreciate everything more. Because of YOU. FOR you. As a friend of our's said, having a child makes you “see things rightly.”
You have accomplished so much in the short time you’ve been here, Reef. Somehow, I knew you would, but seeing it all happen before my very own eyes has been an experience like no other. Seeing you become has been a testament to God’s Creation for my soul.
During these years of your life on earth, my son, you have cheated (sickness can’t stop you), stolen (Mommy and Daddy's hearts) and lied (your face isn’t the cutest possible…because it always gets more adorable tomorrow).
You make your Momma so happy, so alive. You and your siblings have topped every other accomplishment, event, situation, or experience I’ve ever had. There is nothing else in my past that I can compare to the glory that is being your mother.
You fill me up, Reef. I had so many expectations and curiosities about you. You blew them all away, and the moment I saw you with my eyes the first time, I knew that I would give my life for you, without question, in an instant.
That will never change.
I love you. Happy 3rd Birthday, my son.