Thirty one years ago tomorrow I had a baby boy. It was an amazing day, followed by 11,322 (and counting) more. To say I was naive as a new Mother is an understatement. Lordy, I was downright clueless. But love will carry you through and miracles will bless the journey.
This guy has a heart of gold. Sure, I may be biased. But in this case I'm also right. He gives the best hugs...and I'm pretty sure I taught him that. He loves to hunt. Now, he never met my Dad, but certainly his love of hunting crossed generations from his Grandpa.
A few things about him I'm certain he'd like me to share. He was always the first one awake in the morning. So much so we claimed he had early ears. Our ears were never thrilled about that. For a time he slept in his boots because he thought they were so cool. He lives to hunt and camp. He loves the Kansas City Chiefs, he would do anything for you and loves his Momma's cooking. Smart boy, huh?
I had no idea on the first day, in those first moments, how deeply I would love him. How do you compound those feelings over 31 years? Anyone who knows me knows I am mathematically challenged. Thankfully, my love is not affected by this disability.
If my bank account said I was a wealthy woman I would buy all sorts of gifts to honor his birthday. If we lived in the same city I'd bake and cook his favorite meal. As it is my checkbook will never hold the depth of my love and I won't have the pleasure of hugging and feeding him on his 31st.
But, and there is always a but, I will love him and celebrate him. Today, more than yesterday. Tomorrow, more than today. When I count my blessings he will be on the top of the list.
Happy Birthday Craig Joseph. And many, many more.
Love,
Mom
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