7th March 1987. The
date is carved upon my soul. I can never forget a moment of that day.
The hustle-bustle of moving to the maternity home. The relief at having
reached the end of those nine months of waiting, dreaming,
imagining-what you would look like. The intense waves
of pain, and then that final onslaught of agony ripping my body
apart- to hear the weak plaintive thin cry of our little son. I still
remember you- a darkish, wrinkled little prune with a frown larger
than your face:-)
*picture attached *
I want you to know, my
baby- that from the moment I held you in my arms that day- I loved
you from the depths of my soul. Whenever I held you
close to my heart, rocking you to sleep- whenever I held your little
hand in mine, telling you unending bedtime stories-I knew from
within- that the beating of my heart, the blood flowing in my veins,
the breath of life that was me- actually lay within YOU!
I watched you grow from
a confused little dyslexic brat, into a naughty, creative, innovative
sensitive, loving little boy. Then into a fine, upstanding, decent,
intelligent, hard-working young man. I am so very proud when I see
what you are today, my son.
I love you with every
fibre of my being. Always did. Always will. But you will
(unfortunately for you)..stay our BRAT.
Happy Birthday, my
baby. Love you so very much. May every day ahead be filled with fun,
friends, happiness, comforts, good health, success and lots and lots
of love:-)
Mom.
Ditto... :D
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