I could tell you "our story" in my sleep...
The way I couldn't wipe the smile off my face when I saw you that first time. That little red poppy dress with the homemade headband you were wearing. How you wouldn't wait to come out, and they couldn't hold you back any longer. The way you felt in my arms, FINALLY mine! How bad it hurt when we had to leave you that first night. Your little chubby body in the bath bucket, pouring water into bottles for what seemed like hours. The way your dad and I stared at you when you slept.
What you might not know is that I listen to love songs, and they remind me of you...
When I'm having a bad day, I tell a new patient about you, and I smile. I crave bed time stories because I love to hear you read. The days when you are sad, I feel torn up too. When your brother isn't listening and you tell him he better listen to mom, I feel like someone's got my back. Watching you learn to love God and others gives me hope about our future on this planet. I'd rather be busy and worn out for the rest of my life, than not have you in it. Your laugh brings me right back to that first day, when I fell in love.
I love you Woineshet Joy Shaw. God knew what I needed when he gave me you.
Happy three year anniversary,