2 years ago today we were in Novograd, Ukraine celebrating Aiden’s 3rd birthday, inside the 4 walls that had been his home since his birth.
Aiden is my dream come true. He is the son of my heart. I still remember the first day I met this precious boy. He stepped into the orphanage director’s office where we were sitting going over his file. He had on a puppy dog hat with ear flaps, a puffy coat, snow pants and leather boots. I lost my breath for a minute, and then I reached out my arms cautiously. He dove right in and hopped up on my lap. I was a goner.
One year later, we celebrated his 4th birthday- his first as our son. It was a marvelous day full of life and celebration and much THANKSGIVING.
And now 2 years later, we celebrate his 5th birthday. With each birthday the sting of knowing that I missed his first 2 birthdays lessens. With each year, I grow more and more grateful and marvel at the miracle of his life. Each year I thank the Father that He chose to weave the story of this precious life into my own.
Happy Birthday Son.