Twenty years ago today, life, as I never dreamed it could be, began with the birth of my first baby – an adorable little boy we named Matthew. I can remember thinking that I never thought I could love anything or anyone as MUCH as I loved this little boy. He captured my heart and, along with his sisters, holds it still.
He was an incredibly fun little boy who had a quick wit and great sense of humor – still does. He has an infinite number of friends and is liked by most everyone he meets. He is a wonderful big brother – teasing when he shouldn’t and hugging when he should – a loving grandson who always makes time to talk to and visit with his grandparents, and most of all he is a joy to have as a son. He has grown into a kind, caring, considerate and very, very sweet young man.
He is not here with us for his birthday and won’t be able to get home for Easter due to a big Architecture project due on Monday, but we have IM’d him all day, emailed him, called him to sing to him and we hold him in our hearts today as we do every day.
Happy Birthday dear Matthew – I am so proud to be your Mom and I have been truly blessed to have you for a son. I love you and can’t wait for you to come home!