Happy Birthday Son

My little boy I've tried for weeks to put together some semblance of words to sum up how I feel as you turn one. How you've changed me as you made me a mama. How you changed your dada and I as we've loved you together and watched one another love you and become a family of three and not just two. The closer to your birthday we've come the more and more at a loss for words I've become. At night after feeding you and as I give you your last snuggles before bed with my head on yours on my shoulder and as you pat me on my back mimicking my pats on yours, I tell you how very much I love you, how very much God loves you, and how very very grateful I am that you are here with us healthy and whole and special gift to your dada and I. And I really can't move beyond that. I tear up with thoughts that aren't finished. We love you son. And we are so grateful that God gave you to us. 

"And thereby put me to the test, says the LORD of hosts, if I will not open the windows of heaven for you and pour down for you a blessing until there is no more need. I will rebuke the devourer for you, so that it will not destroy the fruits of your soil, and your vine in the field shall not fail to bear, says the LORD of hosts. Then all nations will call you blessed, for you will be a land of delight, says the LORD of hosts."

Little Behr our hearts waited so long for you. And yet you came at just the right time. Our hearts are full. Happy birthday son. We are so glad you're here.