Danny, on Tuesday, April 28th
you woke up, got dressed, and went about your day as you normally would. By the time I saw you again 3 days later many, many things had changed. What had not changed, and will never change, is my love and devotion to you – my first baby, the little boy who made me a Mother. My pulse is forever closer to the surface because of you, and there is never a moment that there is not a part of my soul devoted to you; to wondering how you are doing, and if you are happy.
Now I am Ezra’s Mommy too and that is probably the biggest adjustment you have ever had to make. It isn’t even the last of the changes facing you in the months to come. In September you will leave the contained classroom and venture out into the general education world for the first time; in the next month you will see some of our dearest friends move out of town – just a few hours away but, to you, they might as well be moving to Jupiter. Considering that we have spent the last two weeks desperately trying to convince you to make the change to wearing shorts instead of “long pants” unsuccessfully, I am not kidding myself that all of these transitions are going to go well. I know that you are eventually going to reach the breaking point with these things you can’t control, because change is more than inconvenient for you – it is painful.
And I understand, baby, because what hurts you is painful for me too.
There will be great days and frustrating days ahead. When we are in the sun, we will savor it and when we are in the desert…we will hold steady and work to do better in the morning.
I just can’t wait for Ezra to learn all about you – your big heart; your magical sense of the world; the beauty that you see, and teach us to see, in the simplest patterns of a very complex universe.
You are God’s gifts to each other; His help and His shelter. We love you both with all of our hearts.