Friday, April 27, 2012
Westley. You are one.
Your Mama who sometimes feels things real deeply has to swallow hard just typing that so that she doesn't start to cry.
But hear me sweet sweet boy, I am not sad that you are one. I feel like crying out of thankfulness. Out of joy. I love that you are one. I love that you are growing and changing and learning about the world around you. I feel like your Dada and I hit the life lottery with you.
You are a treasure.
You are wanted.
You are good.
You are loved.
You are going to get a lot of gifts when your Grandmas and Grandpas and Aunts and Uncles come over tomorrow for your party. I've caught wind of a red wagon that has your name on it and a miniature table and chairs you can play at for years to come. But I hope when you see all those smiling eyes directing their love straight at you that you feel and know that YOU are a gift. God picked you for us and us for you and we bust with gratitude.
You depend on me, cling to me at times, hug me, kiss me, smile at me, rough house with me. You and I have spent 365 days and nights together. And while we are so attached to each other I sense an independence in you that I really like, that I admire. I want you to rely on me and trust me completely so that someday when you are all grown up and on your own you can feel secure knowing that you are never really alone. Because Dada and I are sturdy for you and God and his love follow you every where.
April 27th at 6:08 pm 2011. Best and most transforming minute of my life ever. I'll never forget looking down at your face and seeing myself. I'll never forget how at that very moment I knew what the word unconditional actually meant.
Happy Birthday Westley James. I love you completely, always will.