Dear son of my heart,
I am finally getting a chance to sit down and write for your birthday. We celebrated you on your special day, nearly two weeks ago now. Such a big day for you- 10 years old! In August it will be 10 years since I first laid eyes on you, a tiny baby wrapped up in a blanket, in the arms of another nursery volunteer. Ten years since that lurch in my heart, when my whole world changed. So many years of praying for you and loving you, most of them from far away, most of them with no knowledge of what your life looks like now. I love you still. I pray that you come to know Jesus, still. I pray that you seek truth, and that God puts friends and family and teachers into your life who will point you to that Truth.
I rejoiced on your birthday. Because I thank God for your life, for creating you. For all the beautiful plans that He has had for you and has for you still. I rejoiced that I got to be a part of it. I'm thankful for every day, every moment God gave me with you. I'm thankful too for the gifts He's given me here. My youngest son is 10 months. Representative of the total time I had on the same continent as you. On your birthday I opened my eyes and looked at my four children here. Looked at my husband. Looked at the family that God has given me. Thanked God for the family He has given you. I chased my boys around the backyard and laughed hard with them, and didn't take those moments for granted. We ate ice cream and thanked God for you. I love you.
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