Today, my son, you are one.
I have been thinking about this day since March 5, 2015, when we first “met” you.
And to be honest, the emotions that I am feeling about this day are so overwhelming that for the first time in my life, I have no words to describe it accurately.
Abraham, you have rendered your momma speechless.
This is rare.
And will probably never happen again.
I miss you so much that it encompasses the space in my head. I love you so much that it physically takes my breath away. I am always on the verge of tears and my heart is always connected to yours.
I hate hate hate that we aren’t together on your birthday.
But, sweet and strong Abraham, I hope you grow up to love celebrations.
Because, when you get home, we are going to celebrate the crap out of you and your precious life.
EVERY. SINGLE. DAY.
Happy Birthday, baby boy.
Your mommy, daddy and sissy love you, we miss you, we talk about you hourly.
We look up at the sun and the moon and say hi every day.
We can’t wait to be a family who gets the pleasure and joy of living under the same roof.
With the entirety of our hearts,
we love you.