…..a tiny little black-haired, grey-eyed preemie made me a mommy. I had been waiting for him since I was a little girl. I had prayed diligently for him for 4 years after getting married. I had spent thousands of dollars in infertility treatments trying to get him here. Then one cold, snowy, December day, the phone rang and I heard the words I had been waiting to hear for what seemed like forever, “Marcy and Tom, there’s a baby boy that needs a Mommy and Daddy.”
That little preemie baby is now a strapping 8-year-old . . . bright, energetic, cuddly, always smiling, always has a joke to tell. He enjoys Star Wars, Legos, and Food Network. He’s a proud Cub Scout and swims like a fish. He loves and is loved by so many. I am very proud of the little person he is becoming. He makes me smile, laugh, cry, pray, hope, wish, and love more than I ever did in the years before he was born. I am the most blessed mommy in the world.
Happy 8th Birthday Ben. Mommy loves you so much!