Tonight Brian and I put Grayson down for the last time as a baby. My little man turns one tomorrow.
This past year has been an absolute whirlwind. It’s so hard to imagine that it’s been a year since I first heard him cry and held him in my arms.
We read Grayson our favourite story tonight before bed. A book given to us by one of our dear friends that puts everything we feel about Grayson into words.
The last verse is the part that I love the most.
So whenever you doubt just how special you are
Or you wonder who loves you, how much and how far
Listen for geese honking high in the sky
(they’re singing a song to remember you by.0
Or notice the bears asleep at the zoo
(it’s because they’ve been dancing all night for you!)
Or drift off to sleep to the sound of the wind.
(listen closely.. it’s whispering your name again!)
If the moon stays up until morning one day,
Or a ladybug lands and decides to stay,
Or a little bird sits at your window a while,
It’s because they’re all hoping to see you smile…
For never before in story or rhyme
(not even once upon a time)
Has the world ever know a you, my friend
And it never will, not ever again…
Heaven blew every trumpet
And played every horn
On the wonderful marvelous
Night you were born.
From On the night you were born by Nancy Tillman
One year ago I was waiting to meet my son. The church next to my labour room had a gold trumpeter on top of its spire. I knew that everything would be alright, for God had sent an angel to look over us even in those moments. Every time I needed strength to get through the next moment I would find myself looking at that trumpeter.
Tonight I’ll wake up at 3:46 and go hold my son as he turns one. Probably shed a tear or two. And I’ll be so thankful that we’ve made it through the last year and we’re looking into the next one.
This last year has been the best of my life. I’m so honoured to be your mom and get to spend every day with you.
I love you so much.