Dear Littlest One

Today you are two years old. You are growing and trying hard to communicate. You say, "Mom...mom...mom!" with insistence. And somehow you get across what it is that you want. I can tell by the toothy grin that spreads across your face. You are sleeping in your big boy toddler bed now and telling me when you need a diaper change. :)

I remember the night I first saw you. Mama B and Papa T had just taken you in their home that day-that was 18 months and 10 days ago. It was a Wednesday night at church and Mama B was holding you and I remember thinking what old eyes you had for a five month old. I also thought how beautiful and precious you were. It didn't cross my mind that you might come to me three months later and then a week from now become my forever son. It didn't cross my mind that I would be the mother of a son at all.

But you came. God brought you and you came. Into our home, and slowly, slowly, deeply into our hearts. Nothing has ever been so easy as accepting the gift of you. You are a delight and a joy to each heart in our family and my heart overflows when I see what God has done.

For me. For you. For us.

O happy happy birthday dear littlest one.