Dear BB

Time has gone so fast!
I can still see that little man face when I lifted the blanket for the first time.
You came with no instructions.
Such a guessing game.
I did too much reading about all the what ifs.
I was scared to put you down…to leave you…for fear of the unknown and all the “possibilities”.
You just seemed to grow and radiate joy exponentially each day.
Healthier, stronger, and smiles that lit up a room.
Each night as I put you to sleep, I would whisper in your ear that you were an amazing prince, born of kings, already overcoming insurmountable odds…destined for greatness…sleep well and safe with all my love.
Somewhere in the threes I think the wrestling to bed took over and I stopped whispering these words to you.
So, tonight…
I will tell you again.
You have risen above statistics.
Grown strong and brave with a loving heart in tact.
New people and places are scary sometimes.
You will shine, just as you have.
And I will be waiting to hear all about it.
You are fine.
And I am here.

About attraversiamodarmaz

Midwestern girl who loves big city shopping (note - do not love high heels of any kind) * hate to say that first because I fancy myself a yoga chic too who is into feng shui and a minimalist life but it's just not all true!* I do forget to recycle* LOVE reading and music and most things crafty (the idea of them - very fickle and creative urges come and go faster than light or sound)* Grand chef and baker in my own mind and kitchen - love to mix and match recipes for a glorious new concoction* Gardening would be very successful - I have a flair but short attention span can cause casualties* True bliss is my home filled with three beautiful children (four on the weekends - an amazing Goddaughter)* did forget to feed the beautiful children lunch once when they were too small to remind me* can't find socks for all on some crazy mornings* I'm a learner who just can't help it...a writer in my head, and a college instructor for a half dozen classes a year* can't help my right brain optimism* been a foster mom* am a very grateful mom of adopted children* worst life moment: leaving the E.R. with an empty baby carrier* this is me...pretty much
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