Happy Birthday, Son: You Aren't The Kid I Wanted
A friend told me once that you are free to be yourself with me. That I am your safe place. The truth is, though, that you are mine. In your over-exuberant embrace, I find unconditional acceptance, no matter how bad my day has been, no matter how rotten of a mother I feel like I am today, no matter if I have $19 in the checking account and we have to stay in and watch a DVD instead of going out to a movie. You love me no matter what, and you make it clear to me that every single day, you'd pick me again and again.
God in all his wisdom did the picking for us both, knowing I'd be a better person for who you came to be.
Happy Birthday, little man, on this, the first decade of a life that makes a difference, every single day.