You smile and giggle when we make funny sounds at you. You laugh so hard when I kiss your neck, and although most days are really hard taking care of you, they are filled with so much beauty. I can’t imagine our family without you in it.
But when I found out about you, I did. I knew just how much I would love you. I knew all the things in this big world that could hurt you, or cause you pain. And I worried.
I worried because I couldn’t reach down and rub my belly to feel you moving. I couldn’t schedule doctor appointments to know you were okay. I couldn’t eat well and drink lots of water to keep you healthy. I worried a lot about you. And over and over again, God reminded me that you are always His first.
Sweet boy, you are brave. Much braver than your mama. You have been through more hard things in your short little life, than most people encounter in a lifetime. There were days, when we weren’t sure what the future held for you. I would ache when I thought about you growing up, because I wasn’t sure if we would get you there. You spent the majority of your first few months in the hospital. And you are brave.
You are a fighter. You are an overcomer. Your Daddy and I cannot be more proud to call you ours. We fought for you. We will always fight for you. You were so wanted. You are loved more than you’ll ever know.
Your Dad and I chose your life verse not based on your adoption into our family, but hopefully soon, your adoption into God’s.
“But when the fullness of time had come, God sent forth his Son, born of woman, born under the law, to redeem those who were under the law, so that we might receive adoption as sons. And because you are sons, God has sent the Spirit of his Son into our hearts, crying, “Abba! Father!” So you are no longer a slave, but a son, and if a son, then an heir through God.” Galatians 4:4-7
When others question that sonship. When they question your roots or where you belong, I pray you are brave and you hold fast to the Truth. When the enemy causes you to doubt you are loved and wanted, I pray you’ll lean in close to your Daddy, the One you hear me talk about all the time. Listen to only what He says about you. His voice is the only One that matters.
And your mama’s, of course. But really just His.
You are more than I could ever dream.
I love you more than you’ll ever know,
Mommy