It was cloth diapers and tiny toes,
It was pacifiers with yawns so big they would fall out.
It was a wrapped child in toilet paper screaming with pride,
It was a child with hurt feelings with a blanket over his
head trying to hide.
It was hands covered with mud that went straight to the
mouth,
Pockets with bugs and coffee cans with all sorts of icky
things,
It was handmade cards with dinosaurs and cartoon characters
with poems
that would melt the heart.
It was birthday parties that brought joy to his face.
It was trips to the park feeding the ducks, watching him
learn to kick a ball, ride a bike and chase a dog that ran loose in the
neighborhood.
It was cheering him on at a soccer games. Seeing him sad
when a girl broke his heart. Seeing him in his room studying and dreaming of a
future career.
It was hearing
his yells in the night with growing pains in his legs.
It was watching him plan his college years. It was sneaking in his
room at night,
It was watching him run around a track as hard and fast as
he could. It was knowing after he ran, he would come up just to check on me and
afterwards
It was planting a seed and trying to nurture it and standing
back, as he became an adult and watching it grow.
It was watching him become a father and seeing new little
lives like the one he had once been. It was seeing the things I saw in him in
the ones he created. It was watching me leave a part of his life and feeling as if a part of him was gone forever. It was seeing him embrace a new chapter in his life I had raised him to foster.
It was and is a beautiful ride today, on his birthday, and every day that God blessed me to be a part of. May he always know God intended him to be placed with me and I with him for this sole purpose. May he age with grace, love and happiness. May he one day be able to write and feel exactly how I feel towards him towards his children.
Happy Birthday Mike
With all my love,
Mom
