Happy Birthday, sweet boy.
I can remember this day, 7 years ago, like it was yesterday. That was the day everything changed.
I remember anticipating what I thought it would be like to see you for the first time.
I was completely wrong about the whole thing.
The minute, no, the second, I laid my eyes on you, I knew love. I had never felt that way about anyone else. Even though, I had claimed to love many.
You were my first.
I know this last year hasn’t been ideal. I have spent many nights awake wondering if I was doing enough. Being enough.
I don’t think I ever actually came to a decision.
You’re one of the best things that’s ever happened to me and I just hope that you know that you are so loved, every second of the day.
No matter the circumstances.
No matter the kinds of messes we adults get ourselves into.
Sweet boy, it may just be the 3 of us now, but I can promise you this, there is no little boy as loved as you are.
And I don’t know about you, but this past year was pretty sweet.
It makes me excited about all of our upcoming adventures.
Of course, feel free to slow down a little. Year after year, I watch you grow and I can’t help but think ‘I wish I could have a little longer with you.’
I just can’t believe I have a 7 year old. Seriously, when did that happen?
Because last I remember, I was just laying eyes on you, falling in love for the first time.
Happy Birthday, Jax.