I'm more than a little sentimental today. Today marks my son's 15th birthday! In fact, as a write this post - exactly fifteen years ago my water had broken and I was arguing with my ob/gyn about whether I really HAD to go to the hospital or not. (3 false labors -- I was a little tired of that hospital. ... And the sweet old Pink Ladies were getting on my nerves asking "Oh, you're back, dear?" grrrrrrr.......)
So I decided to pen a letter to my boy. I made sure to post it on social media so that he would ACTUALLY see it (and so that I could embarrass him appropriately).
Maybe one day soon I'll share his story. But for now, I'm just thankful for today.
Dear son:
15 years ago today, I knew that you were on your way. I knew that the very thing your Daddy and I had prayed for (for years) was coming to be, and I'd finally be able to hold my son in my arms. And I prayed a little more.
We prayed a long time, very specific prayers before you ever came to us; and we've prayed ever since - very specific prayers. Praying that you would be healthy, that you'd find joy in everyday things, that you'd be respectful of adults and others around you, that you'd be a leader, that you'd come to know your Savior at a young age. And God has honored those prayers.
Now our prayer shift is changing a bit - praying that you'll always be strong in your faith, and that you'll learn the value of integrity and hard work, that you'll be safe learning to drive (!) and that you'd always remember who you are .... and WHOSE you are.
Our prayers may be changing, but one thing that will NEVER change is our love and support for you. You'll forever be my baby boy, but I'm so very proud of the young man you are becoming.
Happy 15th birthday, my sweet son!
Love for eternity,
Your old mom
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