…one year and a half

Here we are.

A whole year and a half, as time speeds by at a rate too fast for my taste.

My little man continues to thrive as he continues to light up my world.

This little boy has forced me to grow in ways I never knew I had to grow. I was twenty something that hot August day he made his way into this world, I was most certain at that moment that I was as mature as I could get. 

Little did I know…. how much I would mature. How much more my heart could possibly ever love, how my perception of people and life would be completely enriched and enhanced. 

Here we are A WHOLE YEAR and A HALF. Life only continues to blossom into this beautiful rare flower. Full of colors and splendors not known to the rest of the world. It’s almost like a secret treasure. 

Without a doubt I know that I was meant to be his mother and he was meant to be my son. 

I can, and I have, spent a whole day lost in his angelic soul, as I watch him sleep and play. He looks up at me, and I feel a spark in my heart. If ever, my heart stopped beating a moment too soon, I am sure one look from him would bring me back to life. 

He is everything I thought a boy should be, but more than I thought my son would ever be. I am ashamed to admit that I underestimated everything he would ever be. But thankful for the truth and thankful for everything that he is, and everything that he is not as well. 

I laugh a lot. Not just at the comical things in life. I laugh at those people, professionals and strangers that said my son would be less.

He is everything and more. And he will continue to prove them wrong.    

…one year and a half. 

Feels like yesterday. Feels like a lifetime. 

May God continue to bless us in our amazing journey.

My boy… full of all of the “boyness” in the world… Down syndrome or not.