I just made myself LOL and snort coffee out of my nose. I had a feeling I’d told the story of Christian before, how my beautiful boy came to be my son, but when I searched the blog… lo and behold! It has the exact same title I used today: Happy Birthday Beautiful Boy!
I appear not to be very original. It doesn’t matter. What matters is my beautiful boy is having yet another birthday today. Again without me. Thankfully not in Afghanistan this time. And, as always, near and close to my heart. I miss him.
This morning, on one of my busiest days of the year, I spent too much time looking at pictures of him. I cannot pick favorites. I cannot even find some of my favorites. But these are definitely amongst my favorites out of all my years being his mom. When he came into my life, bottles in hand, diapers on his bottom, my life got a whole lot bigger, a whole happier, a whole lot better. I miss you so much. I love you son!