I was only five weeks pregnant when we told Grandma and Grandpa that you were on your way. They were both so excited! No sooner had I gotten the word “pregnant” out of my mouth did Grandpa started talking about his big love for his grandson. He just knew you were a boy. There were no doubts in his mind that you were the answer to his prayers.
After 9 months of Grandpa constantly feeding me so his grandson would be born big and strong, you made your appearance. You were almost 9 pounds! That made him super proud. You guys were best buds instantly. Joined at the hip. Meant to be. All the cliches. Every one. All true. Bryson, you were born into so much love. I know right now you’re young enough to think our family is the norm. But one day you will understand what a blessing it is to be apart of a family that cares for each other the way our family does. It is rare.
I remember those moments. I remember Grandpa rocking you to sleep in his blue recliner. I remember him walking hand in hand with you as you toddled along. I remember you guys playing at the park. I can still see it. You tell me all the time that you miss those moments. I miss those moments for you. I wish I could make a million more of those moments possible. I promise to help you remember them. And I promise you that that kind of love never just disappears. Love lives on, sweet boy.
You are going into another year as a very loved little boy. And you give love away just as well as you receive it. You are full of compassion and kindness. You are always thinking. Unless a conversation pertains to video games, you are often quiet. But when Daddy and I sit you down and ask you about your thoughts, you blow us away. You’re so insightful. You think through hard things with great courage. You speak about the needs of those around us and how we can help fill them with such conviction. You speak of your dreams to pastor a church with enough property that you can build tiny homes for the homeless members of your church to live. It is inspiring to watch you dream. Keep dreaming.
Daddy always says that you look just like him, but your personality is just like me. And he’s right. The older you get the more you look like your handsome daddy. Be proud of that. He’s a good man to look like. But you are analytical, you have big feelings, and you need time to yourself to process things. That is just like Mommy. The truth is, though, you are so much more brave at age 9 than I was. I admire that deeply. May your courage and compassion grow with each birthday you have.
Every parent believes their child will grow up to be a world-changer. I’m no different. The thing is, Bryson, if you never accomplish another thing, you have already changed my world for the better. You’ve changed daddy’s world for the better. You will be a world-changer, but you also already are. Thank you for your kindness, for your sweetness, for your strength and for your love. As a Mommy, I am so grateful that I get to call you son. And as a daughter to your Grandpa, I am so grateful for the joy you’ve brought to his life. I’m so thankful for the bond you two have shared.
Thank you for being who you are, Bryson. I love you higher than the sky and deeper than the sea. Happy Birthday, buddy.