Happy Birthday to my oldest son, Jeffrey Andrew, I am extremely grateful God chose to give you to me.
I was a terrified girl when you were born, when they whisked you off to the neonatal unit I was beyond scared. But you were such a little fighter. Well, not little, weighing in at 8 pounds and 10 1/2 ounces. With your jet black hair and big blue eyes it was love before first sight.
I loved you before you were born, that love grew after you were born. I am so proud of the man that you have become.
Watching you grow and take on the responsibilities you have, it is amazing. I thank God every day that He decided I would be your mom.
You were an old soul right from the start. When you were three, we were driving somewhere, probably the mall. Out of the blue you said “I miss Jesus” I said well son he’s always with us. You said “no, I mean before I was here. In heaven. He played ball with me.”
I promise you I almost drove the car off the road! Another time we were passing the fire station and you said you wanted to be the one that worked on the fire trucks. I asked why that as opposed to being a fireman. You said you wanted to make sure the fire trucks would always be able to get the firemen to the fires.
I love you so much, I’d love to be able to take credit for the man you became, but I think you were that way before you were here.
Happy Birthday son.
