As tonight wanes on, I find myself circling around the same thoughts:
How strange that on this day last year I hadn't met my boy yet, never looked into his blue eyes...
How odd that I had no idea how strongly this child would take hold of my heart...
But mostly I wonder: How did I get so lucky? How did I get so lucky?
Being Carter's mama has been the greatest adventure of my lifetime, and one that I continually thank God for allowing me to experience. I was made to be a mother; there are few things in this life that I know with such certainty as that fact. It is in my bones, my blood, my DNA--the instructions passed down through generations of mothers before me, and shown to me daily by my mother. I know it with the same certainty and unshakable faith that tell me my Redeemer lives.
Carter, I love you deeply, fiercely, with wonder, with amazement, in spite of your bad days, and ever more on your good days. I love you. I love you. I love you.
I pray tonight that you will always know this fact as steadfastly as I know that I was put on this earth to be your mama.
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