Birthday Kisses

Sweet Tyrus,
Mommy is tired. The guests are gone, the cake demolished, your presents put away.  Such a special party for my special boy.  I can believe you're a year old. I've spent the months soaking in all your moments. Your light up the room smiles and adorably cute nose scrunches did not pass me by.  Mommy paid special attention to every ducky detail to make our day memorable. I know it's supposed to be your day, but our hearts are so connected I think I enjoyed it as much as you. 

You are so loved, so thought of.  We had guests from Texas, Pennsylvania, Indiana, and Tennessee all in to pay tribute to your miraculous life. Such fan-fare my babyheart!

When I look back on our year, together, I am astounded. One of my favorite Chris Tomlin lines sings, "He will wipe away your tears and return your wasted years...This is our God."  You have given our family new life, Tyrus. I remember the wastelands we walked, but there is no longer a pull in my spirit nor ache in my heart.  You have been a healing balm.

I must confess, you've taken over our lives. Our days and schedules are organized by you, our love consumed with thoughts of you.  You make my face beam, my heart shine. I feel like a love-sick puppy. 

Your person makes me laugh. You are equal parts fire and love. I'm not sure how the two go together. Your temper is hot, your screams of disgust often, yet your heart's softness contagious.  I love your sweet "Muma" sounds and spontaneous, unsolicited kisses. I love how you take time out of your play to kiss my knee or elbow or cheek. The tender in your heart is most vivid when I'm sitting on the couch and you pull my knees apart just so you can get closer. Such gestures remind me of God's love. His love for me, his love for you.

I know you'll never remember this day, but I hope the moments captured in word and picture will be a just representation of the difference your life has made.

Love you, baby.