February 7, 2014
I can't believe this day is finally here (and I'm not talking about Friday). Today's my baby's first birthday, I guess that means he's not really a baby anymore. I've spent the past week reflecting and celebrating a year of blessings and praying for many many more.
I remember the morning of your arrival with picture-perfect clarity. I'd been in the hospital for five days because my water broke almost 7 weeks early. We knew February 7th was going to be the magic day and at 6AM, they induced labor. Your dad and I along with your grandparents, waited patiently, filled with excitement, nervousness and anxiety, as you made your early arrival into the world.
After a couple uneventful weeks in NICU, you blessed our home and changed our lives forever. In the past year I've cried more happy tears, laughed longer and never been so nervous. You are always in my thoughts, you consume my prayers and you have single-handedly changed the way I look at the world. You are one of my greatest blessings and my most prized accomplishment. I am so thankful to have such a beautiful son.
After you were born, I was overcome with a bounty of emotions and love. I struggled to express my feelings and I honestly don't think I'll ever be able to adequately express how much you mean to me. But while I watched over you in the hospital I wrote this:
There's so much potential in your tiny hands.
Will they drive cars and catch footballs,
throw baseballs or raise flags?
Will they pray to heaven and salute solders?
Will they conduct surgeries or fly planes?
Will they lead others or graciously follow?
Will they write? Will they mend? Will they carry?
Will these tiny hands one day hold the face of a women and then the tiny hands of your own child?
All I know is that your tiny hands will forever hold my heart.
Happy Birthday Austin. I Love You.