I remember the moment you were born, dear little Gavin.
Your Grammy and I were sitting in the background, your Daddy holding Mama’s hand and your beloved ZhaZha (Aunt Jackie) holding her other hand. The hospital was short-staffed; they only had time to swaddle you and set you in the warm bassinet. The doctor and nurse needed to help your Mama. The doctor barked, “The baby needs a nurse!” to the unresponsive air. I walked over and stood next to you, watched your little pulse.
Now I watch you pulse as you listen to music, both the sounds we all hear on the CD player and the tune that is running through your head, which only you can hear. You are so occupied when you play alone and hold some fine conversations with yourself; and yet you are very social, poised and articulate around others.
I know what you want, dear boy. It is a gift from God, and I pray that He will give us that gift soon…even this year. While we wait we are thankful – so very, very thankful – for your smile, your hugs, your kisses, your exuberance, your strong arms and legs, your precious soul.
Happy Birthday Three Year Old!