You're still under the weather, and it's your birthday. That doesn't seem quite fair. It has been a long couple of days for both of us. One of the perks is I got to spend most of the days (and nights) snuggling you on the couch, much like I did on those nights your first several weeks at home. You slept on my chest because that was the only thing that worked for your reflux. I don't miss the late nights or the sore neck, but I do miss the one-on-one time.
You have taught us so much already, especially in this last year. You have taught us to pray, and I think more importantly, you have taught us how to ask others to pray. You have taught us to be persistent and to persevere. And you have taught us how to have joy in the simple things. Each milestone has been worked for, prayed for, and fought for. Then they have been celebrated by our family and people who are like family.
There have been obstacles and unanswered questions this year. But more than that - there have been smiles and stories and songs. Lots of songs.
You have a gift, little boy, to draw people in. Whether it be your crazy hair or your sweet smile, you teach people about hope and faith and family without even saying a word. I am so proud of how hard you have worked this year, and I am so lucky to get to be your mommy. Happy second birthday, sweet boy!
(Last year's letter is here. Birth story is here.)