I always dreamed about having a little boy.
A dream, a hope, a heartbeat, a barely decipherable sonogram, a flutter, a kick… And now here you are.
I can hardly believe it.
Can you imagine waiting for years and years to meet someone you know is waiting in the wings? But I did it. I waited and waited, kept my fingers crossed and then, like magic, you came to us to be with our family.
You have exceeded every, single dream I had about you.
Yes, you are my sweet, little baby who grins at me and already tries to talk but you’re so much more. You are a life waiting to happen.
I can hardly comprehend the life you’re about to lead.
I think about you at every stage. What will Henry be like at two? And four? What about twelve? And eighteen? I will be there every step of the way because you, son, are my life. Forever.
Mother’s Day isn’t about me, it’s about you, because you made me Mom. Thank you. It’s the best thing that ever happened to me.