On November 17, 2009 at 10:17AM you were born. I have a video of the NICU doctors wheeling you out of the room but before they left, they lifted you up so I could see your sweet face. You raised your arm up a little bit and opened your eyes to look at me. It will forever remain one of the most precious moments of my life. I can close my eyes and see you whenever I need to. I haven't forgotten a thing. I remember the way you smell, the softness of your skin, the fuzziness of your hair, and the strength of your tiny grip. This year, your brother and Daddy and I decided to celebrate just you on November 17th. Carter willingly gave up the day because he knew he was having a big party on the weekend. So our day began with a picnic to visit you. Daddy and I ate breakfast and Carter giggled and talked to you and played with his toys. Daddy and I brought you some yellow flowers and Carter brought you a Happy Birthday balloon (which he played with all morning.) We sang Happy Birthday to you. That night we came back with Grandma and Grandpa. We went for a walk and collected some pinecones and sang Happy Birthday to you again. My heart hurts sometimes when I see how much your brother has grown in this year and I get sad to think that I only can know you as a one-month-old. The other night I was rocking Carter to sleep and he was giggling with his eyes closed. I wonder if he was dreaming about you.
Happy Birthday to my beautiful son. You will live in our hearts forever.