A Birthday for My First Miracle

Today, I’m celebrating my oldest son — the one who made me a mother and quietly changed every part of my life forever.

There’s something about birthdays that always slows me down. They make me look back just as much as I look forward. I think about tiny hands, first laughs, late nights, early mornings, and all the in-between moments that somehow disappear too fast. And then I look at you now — taller, wiser, steadier — and I’m reminded how lucky I’ve been to witness every version of you.

You’ve always carried a calm strength about you. A kindness that shows up without being loud. A sense of humor that sneaks in when it’s needed most. You have this way of grounding a room just by being in it, and I hope you never stop being exactly who you are.

Watching you grow has been one of the greatest honors of my life. Not because it’s been perfect — but because it’s been real. Full of learning, growing, stumbling, laughing, and figuring things out together. You’ve taught me more about love than I ever expected to learn.

So today, we celebrate you. Another year of becoming. Another year of stories waiting to be written. Another year of me being endlessly proud to call you mine.

Happy Birthday, my sweet boy.

No matter how big you get, you’ll always be my first miracle. 🖤❄️🎂