Somewhere, before time was created, when the world was just a seed, a certain destiny was wrought in the deepest depths.
When I was a little girl, I didn’t particularly care for barbies; not if I had my choice. I wanted a baby. I wanted to be a mother. So many sunny afternoons I swaddled, fed, burped, daydreamed.
On June 14th, 2008, my daydreaming blossomed into reality. After 12 hours of breathing, shaking, laboring against the strongest pain of my life; after another two hours of crying out, calling for you by name, splitting myself open with this inhuman strength I had no idea I could muster, you were laid on my heaving chest. I looked at you and I knew I had dreamed of you. I told you, “You look exactly like you did in my dreams.”
Your face was so familiar, my sweet boy. It was as if I had loved you for a thousand years. It was as if we’d known each other since the beginning of eternity and we had waited patiently to see each other in this physical, temporary world.
I’ve held you so, so close from the day you came to me. I am beyond proud of who you are turning out to be and I cannot wait to see the man you’ll become. I will always be here for you, Malachi. I’m your Mama.
I wish you all the happiness in the world. I know in this life you’ll have struggles; I pray your heart will be strong, yet soft; your mind will be sharp and discerning; I hope you’ll always know how loved you are- which is more than you could possibly imagine.
Happy birthday, my sweet son. I love you from one end of eternity to the other.
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