How can it be? Eleven years ago today you were born broken yet perfect; strong yet weak. You forever changed our family. Ryan Patrick, celebrating you each year exposes raw pain and reveals our frailty. Your birth Mother and I have re-connected this year. We've wept together, celebrated her victory over addiction and talked endlessly about you. We came together to mark your birthday. I hope this brings you joy. The road leading us here has been rough but we wanted to honor you together.
I can't help but celebrate her sobriety and her ability to finally be the mother she always wanted to be for her children but that's her story to share. She lives with guilt but is forgiven. The amazing person she has always been shines through the pain she carries and I am proud of her. I pray you are honored by our coming together, two broken hearts missing you and wondering, "what if".
Happy birthday, precious son. You are loved and missed.
2 comments:
Our love to you all, today and always.
You are all in my thoughts and prayers today. Love you my friend.
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