Happy Birthday, Baby!

Happy Birthday to my baby. He is three! It was BH's birthday this last week, and I purposely didn't dedicate a post for him on the day. Believe it or not, there will always be confusion in my mind when his birthday is, and it's part of the whole adoption process.

Three years ago, on May 28th (I looked this up to confirm it) we got the call that a baby boy was born, and the birthparents had chosen us. We were incredibly cautious. We had three, count 'em, three nasty adoptions fall through, the most recent one was less than a month behind us. We were burned. I am sure the adoption worker that called us wondered why we weren't doing the happy dance when he addressed us "Mom and Dad". Honestly, we had heard that before, and it was premature to do that, and frankly, inappropriate considering how fragile we were.

But, in that phone call, that silly adoption worker told us BH was born "today", which was the 28th. Wrong! He was born the day before, the 27th. When people ask me when he birthday is, I always have to stop and think. It's amazing how much confusion is in not just my mind, but my husband's as well.

It's all part of BH's story. I want to announce Happy Birthday in the blog world today, a day completely different than the 27th or 28th.

I love you, BH. You are my baby. You are my youngest son, and I love you dearly. In the last three years, I have seen your silliness turn into comedic genius at such a tender age.

Your goofiness help to offset the immense amount of pain it took to get you. We were hurting deeply when you were finally placed in our arms. You were medicine to our broken hearts. You came into our family silly, and hold that standard today.

You came to us with a huge, full head of hair! It was wild and silly! As the hair got cut, it was replaced with your fun giggle, your fun outlook, and your joy. You find the fun in everything. Listening to your little sing song voice as you just sing to yourself is music to our ears. Your stubborn toddler-ness, is usually addressed by one of us giving you a stern look while your other parent covers their face so you can't see them giggle.

Having you in our family, just like your older brother, shows us that God works miracles through adoption. You are an exact fit into our family. We have Daddy, the Scholar. We have Mommy, the Business Owner. We have JM, the Athlete. We have you, the Comedian.

Just like with your older brother, your presence in our family has given us the opportunity to hear a little person's voice call us "Daddy and Mommy". Those are words we wondered if we would ever hear again while swimming in a mire of adoption sludge. Hearing you say those words to us, reminds us that God gave you to us.

You are a gift. We celebrate your birthday, give you fun gifts, hug and kiss you, laugh with you, cuddle with you, etc. Your biological parents broke their hearts, and gave us you--their flesh and blood. God orchestrated giving you into our arms. All the while knowing your Dad and I got the best gift. You.

We got the best end of the deal, and we give thanks daily to your biological parents who made such a heart wrenching sacrifice. We thank God for His provision.

Happy Birthday, Baby Son. I love you.