Happy birthday to a wonderful little man

Our first two boys were born right on schedule. They made their cheerful appearance by 3:30 p.m.  Not our third. By 5:30, the emergency C-section was over and he had fought valiantly to be born.  I think at that point we should of known that he’d be different. And he’d be a fighter.

For five years, he has been both.  There have been challenges and worries.  I’ve been covered in his blood when he pulled an IV out. I clutched him and held him when I thought I’d never let him go.  I’ve prayed over him as he slept. He looks like his mother and shares part of my name.

Today is his fifth birthday.  It has been 1,865 days since he entered our world. And I can truly say I’m a changed man because of it.  I’m more patient. More accepting. Less selfish. More aware.   As I look into his blue eyes, I wonder what his life will be like for him.  I’m just thankful I’m part of it.  And I will spend the rest of my days making sure his life is as good as he deserves.  He  loves to steal my iPad. And he regularly steals my heart.

Happy birthday to a wonderful little man.