Nine years ago, I became a momma. The nurse placed this itty, bitty, preemie, jaundiced, 4-day old baby into my arms, that until the day he was born, I didn’t even knew existed.
There was no 9 months of pregnancy to fall in love. There was no ultrasound photo or kicks in the ribs. There wasn’t even a positive pregnancy test. Just a phone call letting us know that a baby boy had been born and needed parents.
None of that mattered once I held him, stared into his eyes. I was his momma and he was my son. My sunshine. My angel. The one for whom I had been waiting my entire life.
Today that preemie baby boy is a beautiful, smart, funny, animal-loving, Lego-playing, Star Wars-obsessed, affectionate 9 yr. old. And I still can’t believe he’s mine.
Happy Birthday sweet boy. I love you more than I could have ever imagined.
