And in that moment, I was changed. Breathless, sobbing, so gosh-darn overwhelmingly grateful to see that chubby bright pink baby screaming and flailing under those bright white lights. Seeing the awestruck tears in my husband's eyes as he reached out, tentative and trembling, and pulled that baby close to us. A firstborn son, our love, our heart ... wrapped up in an 8 pound, 15 ounce bundle.
My boy, you are joy. You are dreams come true, challenges overcome, a wonder. You are silly, you are tender, you are shy smiles and shrieking laughs, you are a challenge in your two year old ways. You are boundless energy, you are a blessing, you are everything your mommy and daddy ever hoped to have in a son. And we are honored, sweet boy, to have the privilege of kissing your boo boos, of teaching you right from wrong and to look both ways before you cross. To raise you big and strong and to bring you up right, to be a kind man, an honorable man, a man who dreams big and grabs ahold of each day like it's the last one he'll get. And most of all, little one, we are thankful to God that we're entrusted with this task, that your little life was sent into ours, that we get to know you and hold you and send you off to change this world. And wherever you roam, little man, we'll be here for you with love and encouragement and support. Forever.
Happy second birthday, Anderson.