Words cannot express the way I feel for this little boy, my first born. The little person who changed my life forever and made me a mother.
I'll never forget the overwhelming feelings I had the night he was born. After his birth, they transferred us to another room and took him to the nursery. While Ben was in the shower, the nurse brought him in, handed him to me and left. As soon as she did he started choking. It was minor and he was fine but I immediately felt so much fear and incapable of caring for this little baby. I had no idea what to do with him. Why were the nurses just giving him to me and not giving me any instructions!?
Before he was born, I read books, and took classes, but there in that hospital room it didn't matter. We were going to have to figure this out on our own. We did, and we still are every day.
He loves his momma and is so much like me, it's a little scary sometimes. He's so beautiful, smart and funny, the only blonde in our little family (so far:)). He's shy and sensitive, but strong willed and passionate about what he wants. He's a great big brother and my sweet little boy. I'm so thankful that I get to be his mother, that I get to watch him grow into an awesome man of God like his daddy. He is such a gift to our family. There isn't a day that goes by, that I don't thank God for him. That he is alive, healthy and happy. And I'll continue to pray and thank God as long as I'm his mother.
Happy Birthday little king.
"I prayed for this child, and the LORD has granted me what I asked of him."
1 Samuel 1:27