Thursday, November 29, 2012

A letter to my baby on his birthday,

Little Biscuit Monster,

Happy birthday my special little one. I am so blessed and thankful that God has chosen me to be your mother.  This day is always bittersweet for me. Each year as I celebrate you entering this world, I realize that I wasn't there to protect you.  The realist in me knows that I had no control over the circumstances of your entering this world.  The optimist in me understands that without those circumstances you would never be mine.  The mommy in me will forever wish that I could have protected you. Oh Biscuit, how I wish I could have been able to wrap my love around you and shield you from all things harmful as you were growing and developing in your little womb.

Though I wasn't there then, I am here now.  I will be here forever.  I promise you that as your Mommy, I will do everything in my power to help you become the best you that you can be. 

I will try to do what is best for you. I will be your biggest cheerleader and president of your fan club.  However, there will be times, as much as it will hurt me,  I will have to let you fall. Sometimes, I will pick you up and sometimes, I will have to watch you struggle to pick yourself up.  I will do it because I have to. Because sometimes, struggles make you stronger and make you the person that you will eventually become.

I can't promise you that you will be given everything that you have ever wanted. But, I can promise you that you will have everything that you need.  I want you to appreciate the things that you do have. I want you to understand that although MY world revolves around you; Everyone else's may not.  I want you to become selfless-NOT selfish and appreciative for everything.

I want you to respect others and most of all LOVE. Love others, but most of all love yourself.  If you don't have a healthy love for yourself, you can't love anyone else. I will show you love every single day.  Even the days that you are making me crazy. 

Sweet heart, I have loved you before I even knew you. Even when there was just hope of you I loved you.  I will love you until the day that I leave this earth.  You were wanted, prayed for and fought for. You are the answer to three years of prayer.  Don't ever forget that.  You are a special little person. God has a certain purpose for you and I can't wait to see what amazing things that life has in store for you. Thank you for being "Mama's baby!"  I love you, sweet little Biscuit Monster!!

Sunday, November 4, 2012

Practice makes perfect :)


When doctors are working they are Practicing Medicine. Medicine is a practice.  Meaning it isn't perfected. It is a fact that diseases and people evolve over time. Because of change, it will probably never be perfected.  I am telling you this because there are times, when doctors will tell a patient or a family things, giving them their best medical advice,  and something strange will happen. The doctor will be wrong.  Sometimes that results in pain and heart break. Sometimes, it results in a person beating all of the odds that were stacked against them, smacking medical advice in the face and saying, "who is your Daddy now?"  Personally, I love it when that happens!! 

Yesterday, we celebrated the Mighty Biscuit's Birthday and his Adoption day. Has has officially been legally our little love muffin for 1 year as of 11/2. On 11/23, he will turn 3. This guy continues to amaze me more and more. Each day, he "cans" another "can't", "wills" another "won't" and does it all while being rediculiously cute!!None of this is without hard work. Blood sweat and tears of a TEAM of people that want NOTHING but the best for this guy!  Of course, Biscuit isn't the only walking, talking, living, breathing miracle out there. Open your eyes and look around. They are abundant.  God ain't no slacker. 

Without further adieu, I present you with a visual proof of miracles in the making.  The baby on the left is my little man. The one on the right, is Dax.  To read about Dax, you need to click here.  I could go on and on about the coolness of Dax, but you need to read it and digest it for yourself.  Besides, his mother is the funniest person I know!!! 

Chase on his Birthday.

Dax on his Birthday

Two boys, whose mommies are STILL told what they wouldn't, shouldn't and can't do climbing a rock wall at a birthday party.
Sometimes, life is amazing!!