My firstborn occupies a special place in my heart.
He is creative, spontaneous, imaginative and curious.
He is sensible, kind-hearted, and always eager to learn and help.
For the longest time ever, I have yet to handle a meltdown or a tantrum from him. He understands and listens to reason, and always chooses to love and obey. He is affectionate all the time and hardly has a mean word for anyone.
Yet these are not the reasons why I love him so.
This boy was my very first. The very first baby I carried in my womb for 38 weeks. The very first human being I held in my arms to say, “Hello, I’m your Mama.” The very first person that my world has known that was flesh and blood.
I love him so because … just because.
He’s mine, that’s why.
Ben turns 6 today, and I am giving thanks for all these beautiful years of having him as mine.
Happy Birthday, Son! You’ll always have that special first place in my heart.