Happy birthday Michael!
Today Michael turns 4. I cannot believe four years ago today I gave birth to my precious son. His birth date is very special to me. January 23 is both the worst day of my life and also one of the best. January 23, 2004 was the day I had to kiss my husband good-bye and prayed for his safety as he deployed to Iraq. I was filled with fear that day. I spent my days unable to sleep, eat or think clearly. Every time the phone rang I feared that it was someone calling to tell me he had been hurt. Not knowing exactly where he was stationed for several months added to my anxiety. Every city mentioned in the news where solders were hurt or killed could have been the city he was in. I prayed daily as well as with members of my family for his safety and the well being of his unit. I had to give all my anxiety to the Lord and rely on Him alone to get me through that difficult time. He did, and my husband came home as well as his entire unit.
Fast forward to January 23, 2006. My precious angel son was born. A hefty 8 pounds and 21 inches long. He, in the instant he was born made me a mother. I remember every detail of that day. I had a long unpleasant pregnancy but in one second it was made completely worth it when he took his first breath. I thank you Lord for such a joyful child, full of laughter and play. Intelligent and sweet. I love your kisses and the flowers you bring me to brighten my day. I love to see you develop daily into the man of character your going to be and pray that God will give me wisdom as I guide you on your way. It is only by the graces of God that he can take your worst day and make it the best! Beauty comes from ashes!
Michael you keep me on my toes and I love you. Your growing but the only one having growing pains is me.