Happy Birthday my sweet little bug! Today you would be three years old! I woke up this morning and looked at the clock. You were born at 10:01am. This morning I looked outside. It is slightly overcast, hot and even a little humid. Just like that day three years ago.
Three years . . . I can't believe it has been three years. Gavin, I hope you know that there isn't a day that goes by that I don't think of you. You have influenced me to be a better mother, wife, daughter, sister, friend and person. Days like this are a good reminder of the things that are truly important.
I am grateful for my time with you. You were a miracle. I remember speaking with a physician after you passed away about your condition. He said that most children with the problems you had never make it through pregnancy or birth. Yet, we were given three months to know you. Although, sometimes I wish that you were given the miracle of a healing - I now understand that your three months and your fight to stay here were our miracle. I have learned that even when the Lord doesn't answer our prayers exactly the way we want, He grants us other miracles and tender mercies to bless our life.
So, happy third birthday! Jack and I went for doughnuts this morning and have cuddled on the couch watching Curious George (Jack's new favorite show). I wish you were here to join us. Maybe you are . . .
I love you with all my heart and I know your daddy does too. You are a special special boy who holds a very sacred and dear place in our hearts and family.
Have a happy birthday in Heaven.