2 Years

My Sweet Tater,

Two years ago, on March 19, 2010, your Daddy and I got up early and headed to the hospital.  I had barely slept the night before, but that didn't matter.  I was so anxious to see you, to hold you, to kiss your sweet cheeks. 

We met your birthmother, Joy, there and before we knew it, Daddy and I were alone, waiting for your arrival.  My heart was racing as I tried to soak in every little detail about that morning, knowing that it would be something that I would want to treasure forever. 

I stood in the OR recovery area with my ear pressed against the door and listened to your sweet cries as you entered this world at 10:04.  Minutes later, you were wheeled into the room and I laid my eyes on you, my son, for the first time.  You were so handsome and tiny.  My arms ached to hold you, to whisper in your ear that I loved you.

We stood at the window to the nursery and watched you get your first bath and get checked by the doctors and nurses.  I couldn't help smiling, knowing that you were finally here.  We made phone call after phone call, spreading the news about your birth to family and friends.  Your Trish even brought Krispy Kreme doughnuts to celebrate your birthday. 

And then the time came when you were ready to go to Joy's room, time when we could finally hold you and love on you.  I was the first one to pick you up and I felt like my heart would burst with love for you.  Watching your daddy hold you for the first time was the sweetest moment ever.  He's never been much of a baby man, but holding you, his son, just came naturally.  We spent a few hours with you and your birthfamily, all of us amazed at how handsome and perfect you were.  We took turns holding you and snuggling with you.  The love we all had for you filled the room.

Daddy took me home to get a few things and then he took me back to the hospital.  I got to spend that first night with you and Joy in the hospital room, just the three of us.  We loved on you, taking turns cuddling with you.  We talked about you, sharing our hopes and dreams for your future, and we marveled over how small you were and how gorgeous your chocolate eyes were.  We counted your toes and fingers and wondered if your hair would be curly or straight.  After Joy fell asleep, I put you in the bed with me and I just stared at you, feeling like I needed to pinch myself to remind myself that this wasn't a dream.  I felt like the luckiest mommy in the whole world. 

And you know what, Tater?  Ever since that day, two years ago, you have filled our lives with so much joy and love.  You are the child that we longed for, the one we hoped and prayed for.  God answered our prayers and brought us together to be a family.  I am thankful for the miscarriage and the years of infertility because without them, you wouldn't be our son and that thought breaks my heart.  God used those things to give us you.  You will never have red hair like Daddy or green eyes like me, but that's not important.  What is important is that you have had our hearts from the very beginning.  You are our son and always will be.   

I'll love you forever, I'll like you for always;
As long as I'm living, my baby you'll be. 

I love you, Tater.  Happy Second Birthday!

Love,
Mommy