Happy Birthday, My Sweet Jared!

How can it be that seven years have come and gone?  Nearly seven years ago now that I first saw your sweet face and your big blue eyes, then unseeing, and your ears not hearing.

You stole my heart that very first night I met you in the hospital.  I knew you were mine, even if you never were really.  I knew that I wanted to be your eyes and ears for as long as you needed me.

But, miracle of miracles!  You experienced God's healing.  Oh, how I would love to take you to see that doctor who said you would never see, walk or talk.  You could tell HIM a few things.  More than a few, actually.

What would a boy who can't see need with this toy?  Nothing!  You can see and you can talk all the ears off a field full of cornstalks!

And, what happened to that little baby that I held and rocked, whose hand we pressed to his Daddy's whiskers so he would know who had him, whose Mommy wore the same perfume (a little too strong) for months so you could smell it and you would know I was near?

That baby grew up into a fine young boy who knows exactly what he wants and isn't a bit shy about telling whoever will listen!  So, take that Mr. Doctor and thank you, Jesus!  Happy Birthday my sweet boy, it is my great privilege and honor to be called your Mommy.