Three years old. How is that even possible? I can still remember the day he was born.
And when I say remember, I mean every precious moment of that day I still feel...right now...deep in the core of my heart, the depth of my soul, the marrow of my bones, the stillness of my breath. Every fiber of my being.
And now here it is, 3 short years later. Or is it 3 long years later. In my mind this passage of time has been both - short and long. Either way though, these 3 years have been full.
Full of so many, many wonderful moments and memories.
Hugs and kisses
Tears and tantrums.
Fun and games.
Smiles and laughter.
Oh the smiles.
I came across this verse a while back and thought it fit me to a tee:
1st Samuel 1:27 - "I prayed for this child and the Lord has given me what I asked of Him"
But the more I reflect on it, the more I realize it isn't true. I did ask God for a baby, a boy, who was healthy and happy. Which is exactly what He gave me...so I thought.
But every.single.day. over these past 3 years I realize that Thomas far exceeds any of my prayers. So the verse should read: "the Lord has given me far better than I asked of Him"
Thank you God, Thank you for Thomas. And for the privilige of being his mama.
Happy Birthday my sweet boy.