Six Word Memoirs on Life Stories

Backstory

You were born March 02, 1998
For the first time since you were a baby I’ve calculated your age.
The first year was all longing and weeping, a counting of days with the first few months an exercise in restraint. I knew you were with your family and that I had chosen well. One of the few right decisions on a very short list up until that point in my life.
Before they left the hospital with you I thought I’d know how hard it would be to watch you go and really I could hardly have imagined.

I had known though once the family was chosen that I would never take you from them no matter how I felt. Especially this family who had already lost a baby before it made it to their arms.
They loved you from the second they saw you as I’m sure you know by now.
Though at this moment you are in those teenage years I hope you are lucky enough to realize that you are loved and are not too hard on your parents for whatever reasons teens find to be frustrated about. I hope you know that I loved and continue to love you but I’m almost certain your parents tell you that too.

You have a half sister who is anxious to meet you, though has agreed not to try until at least your 18th birthday …why I am now counting the years and in a few years she will be counting the days.

I hope you had a beautiful Birthday filled with family, friends and much love.