My baby is 14 years old. Wow. I can remember drinking castor oil with hopes that this being inside of me would begin the process of wanting to come out. I was 4 days over due. There was so much anticipation of this babe. He was the first grandchild on both sides as well as first for the uncles. Excitement! Fear! Joy! Love!
Sammy was my world. How I loved enjoying the FIRST of everything. How I loved being mom to him. I was so in love with him. I hated handing him over to allow others (and there were plenty of others) to hold. I could have held him forever.
Lots of years later… I feel that same way. I love this boy of mine. He can make my day with a “I love you, Mom.” He can rattle my world as I know the time is coming to let him grow into who he is meant to be. I can only imagine the man he is sure to grow into… the lives of many he will continue to touch.
So… as I remember those days so long ago… I can see the growth in both of us. I thank God for this wonderful boy and the joy and love he has added to my life.
Happy Birthday my sweet boy. How I love you and wish you so much love and happiness for so many years to come.
You are my special treat from God.