Happy Birthday Beautiful Boy

Dear Son,

Beautiful boy . . . today is your day. Today is the day that one year ago you came into my world and colored it with hues and tones I'd before never even considered much less been aware of. In this year, my heart has grown in leaps and bounds . . . it has stretched and blossomed . . . it has learned new patience and understanding for the ways of the world - and for the people living in it. Sweet child - you have taught me the meaning of radiance and let me experience the beauty of dying to self. I've looked into your eyes and known the secrets of the universe and done nothing less than move closer to God.

Thank you Son, for teaching me what it means to live . . . what it means to never put off till tomorrow what should be said today . . . for showing me how to be more free with my love . . . for re instilling upon my heart the truth that is real love never fails. . . for reminding me how insignificant my existence is - and how all consuming yours is and will continue to be. Thank you for choosing me to be the vessel in which you would come into life to be the perfect reflection of God's grace. Please always know and remember the truths I try to teach you - most important of those to be just how much God loves you . . . that I will love you more and more each day - to the highest mountain and the deepest valley . . . that I would gladly give my life for yours ten thousand times over - but in all of those things . . .remember my love pales in comparison to the infinite love God has for you. I can't even fathom that love for one second in my mind. Remember Son, that nothing you become will disappoint me. I have no preconception that I'd like to see you be or do. I have no desire to foresee you . . . .only to discover you.

Remember my love for you Son.

And remember:

On
the
path
to
the
dream

you will uncover many treasures

and
encounter
stubborn
obstacles


which may spring up when you least expect

so
when
you
trip
on
roots
and
rocks

and rub the skin raw off your shin

do
remember,
while
you're
sitting

(perhaps feeling
sorry for
your self)

to touch
the cool
green fuzz of moss

and see the dazzling sun dancing

and hear
the
glorious
song of
birds,
as they call to one another

and when you've rested you'll continue,

with love
and
beauty

while
wisdom
waits

with patient trust

in
your
arrival.


Happy First Birthday Beautiful Boy.

Mom loves you.