Happy Birthday dearest firstborn and much hoped for Son.
I will never find the words to describe the thrill we felt knowing that you were on the way. The fact that we were living in Europe made it more concerning as there was no family to rely on. But that was alright as having you was worth anything.
I have always and ever said in you all's birthday and in Mother's day blogs from me, that to me, there is no greater privelege than having children. No finer gift. And each child IS a gift. The sheer unconditional love a mom feels for her children compares to no other form of love on this earth. You will love a spouse of course but a child..that absolutely perfect gift you were granted-- and you carried and nourished that little forming body all those months..nothing can ever approach the joy and contentment and happiness..not to me. So I speak for myself. No one else.
Here is your birthday again and I will be grateful till I am no longer here that you were born into my life. Happy Birthday. You make me both happy and proud.
All my love always,