Happy Birthday Ezra!

 

I wrote this post prior to Ezra’s diagnosis, and I still wanted to post it. It is such a bittersweet birthday. I have to have faith that there will be many more to come. Thanks for all the prayers, and thoughts.

My baby is 2 today, I am saddened I must say.

You see, I love this little boy, he has a special spot in my heart.

He reminds me that life is simple, and that joy can be found in the littlest things.

He is the glue that binds us all together.

 

I love his infectious smile and giggle,

I love his fierce love for Teddy.

I love his curls, his sparkly blue eyes, and his chubby little hands.

I love his high fives.

I love his monster face and roar.

I love how he follows his big brother like a lost puppy.

I love his eagerness, his tenacity, and his liveliness.

I love his stinky Teddy Bear smell, that only a mother could love.

I love how he twirls in circles, bobs his head to the music, and claps off beat.

I love his almost perfect circles he draws on everything, he is my Picasso.

I love how he burrows his head into my legs, and the fervor in which he holds tight.

I must admit, I have been holding on a little tighter, a little longer, trying to remember his smell, and his soft chubby skin. He is no longer my baby, but now, my little man.

Happy Birthday Ezra Kai!

I love you with all my heart and soul, and its ok with me if you want to slow down and be a baby just a tad longer.