Foster

Foster- 

you turn 3 next month. You can not imagine the turmoil you have put our hearts through over the past 3 years. In the scheme of things I guess it isn't as big as it is in momma's endless stream of worries. 

You didn't talk Foster and do you know doctors freak out a little when you don't jabber? They do. Big time.

 But someone told me once that I didn't want an ordinary child- I wanted extraordinary. I got that in you baby. You started talking at 30 months. Post streams of therapy sessions and compression work outs. Small words but we were encouraged. Then you wouldn't shut up. Do you know what it felt like the first time you yelled "momma"! It left me tearful. Speechless. See you have some sensory issues Foster but we could really care less about those. We see extraordinary YOU. You love so damn hard my boy. Wearing your heart on your sleeve. See -you came into our world terrifyingly. Not slow and steady- but with a big scary hold our breath a little too long- near syncope- then a holy shit bang- you are the epitome of love. I relive that tearful moment As I looked into your bruised face and then looked up into your daddy's tear stained cheeks. A moment that made us parents. Now we have you- a boy with a smile that lights up every corner of a room. I can't wait to see where you take this world ,Foster, because wherever it is, it will be done with an exuberance of twelve souls.