A Gift From Above

I remember holding him for the first time, and as I gazed into his big, beautiful eyes, I felt nothing but an overwhelming sense of joy.  He was so precious; perfect in every way.  As he laid so peacefully in the warmth of my arms, I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and breathed him deep into my soul.  His essence was pure, and at that moment, it felt so heavenly.  He was a gift.  A gift from above.  I remember thinking to myself, "Please, let him stay my sweet baby boy forever."

Years have passed, as I knew time would.  And as each day passes, he continues to grow further and further away from being that tiny little baby he was.  I still cling to that memory, that moment, like it was yesterday.  And each day, I would breathe him in like I did before, while I watch him silently as he sleeps.  Through that breath;  that memory, that moment, that feeling crashes invitingly into my soul.  Wrapped in the emotion, I lift my eyes,  and there I'd see him, just the way that he was.  My tiny baby boy, peacefully asleep in my arms.

Happy third birthday to my sweet baby boy!!