A letter to my son

Twelve years ago...

You rushed into this world, so much earlier than we'd expected.
They told us that you might not even cry,
but they underestimated you~
because you are a fighter.

They gave us the odds, and we prayed
the odds would be in your favor.

I remember...your little face,
those tiny fingers.
You were so unbelievably small,
I wondered how you could survive.

The hardest part was
leaving the hospital
without you.
It wasn't at all how we'd planned.

At first, every time the phone rang,
my heart pounded.
I was sure they were calling to say
you had slipped away.

But then, one morning,
peace came~
an assurance that,
not only were you in God's hands,
you would survive.
It was His promise to me,
and we clung to that.

The weeks passed,
and you grew.
We practically lived at the hospital
with you.
And yet it never got any easier
to leave you behind.

One day,
we got the good news~
A date for your homecoming!
We were so excited,
and so very grateful to God.

And now, I cannot believe
twelve years have passed!
How can that be?
It seems like just yesterday,
we drove away one last time,
this time with you,
and took you home.

And it just wouldn't be home without you.
You are our sweet son,
and when I think of these past twelve years,
I am thankful that God chose us,
for you.

I love you. WE love you!
Please never, ever forget this.

Love,
your Mom

P.S. I just wanted to quickly write and say that I know it's odd that I have added pictures of our cats to my sidebar and not my family yet...in trying to find some good shots of my family, I kept running by cat photos, so they have been added first. But now it really is getting late and I'm off to bed~ I'll finish adding my family tomorrow! Goodnight! :)