When I went into recovery it was the longest hour of my life - If I had the strength I would have run to the hospital room where you were nestled into your daddas chest. It was with the sting of salty tears in my eyes that you and I were finally reunited. With blurry vision I witnessed the unbreakable bond between a parent and child. You and your dad. My husband and OUR baby. There you both were, completely in love.
You slept so soundly on my chest that first night and I had an overwhelming sense that I would never want you to be further away than that. You could stay there, for your whole life.
First born baby boy- watching you grow has been more fun that a million Parisian adventures.
I pray that your thirst for life never dries, that you always question, that you are loyal and strong in all the right ways yet tender and flexible too. May you seek justice, love mercy and walk humbly for all of your days.
May you know God.
You are a treasure chest, my boy (full of marshmallows).