I opened a box and peeled back the pages of my life. Nestled between official documents and immunization records was a little poem. It was scrawled in my handwriting and twice as long but edited to be succinct. It read . . .
Have you always been standing next to me,
Or was it just yesterday we became a family?
Wherever we go, whatever we do,
I’ll always be mommy and I’ll love you.
This time of year there is a birthday and a moment when we share what it means to be a family. It’s the moment we pause under the rays of a warm sun, take a moment to hug and say, ‘I love you,’ and realize how very lucky we are.
Happy birthday, baby.
Love you lots,