6 years ago, my perfect boy...

...was handed to me. He wasn't squished, or red or purple or waterlogged. He was perfect. 

I can still remember those first few days and the moments I'd be completely overcome with how much I loved this little person, for no other reason than he was mine, and I was his. 

And in 6 years, so much has changed and yet somethings haven't changed at all. 

I still look at him and marvel at the perfection. His own sort of perfection. Not the kind of perfection that heeds expectations or shoulds or oughts. But is it's own. Complete in itself and its own utter uniqueness.

I still have moments where I am overcome with how much a love this "getting so big" person. For not other reason than he is mine and I am his. 

Along with Aaron's development our relationship, in ways, has got to stay in that infantile infatuation (just longer, stronger).  Wordless staring. Meeting needs- feeding clothing. Sharing love--holding, hugging, kissing. He's getting to be a size that it looks strange for me to hold him, to rock him--even though we both love it. 

He's my baby. My first. The one who ushered me in to my motherhood. 

And he's been here 6 years.  Happy Birthday Aaron. 

I have a friend. An adopted grandpa, who has offered me ana incredible amount of love.
He's also a poet. He says just a ol' cowboy poet, but...he wrote this.  And I asked his permission to share it. Because it was too beautiful to keep to myself. 

A tribute to (or perhaps from) Aaron and  (or perhaps to ) his family.

My thoughts will go to wandering,

Deep in the stillness of the night,

And problems seem beyond my cure,

When seen only by starlight.

But the sun will come up tomorrow,

And in the brightness of the day,

Those problems all will disappear,

And once again I’ll find my way’

Deep within my childlike mind,

My true identity is hid,

But God knows of my where abouts,

And I’m very close very Him.

One day I’ll furl celestial wings,

Then soar to exalted heights,

I’ll want you all there with me then,

For surely you have earned the right .

You’ve cared for me throughout my years,

You’ve buoyed me up, you’ve dried my tears.

You’ve kept my feet firm on the path,

You’ve fed my soul and made me laugh.

You’ve prayed for me on bended knee,

With faith, with hope, with charity.

For all these things you’ve given me,

The Tree of  Life I now will see.

Our Saviour's love will not forsake,

And from that Tree we will partake.

We’ll hold fast to the Iron Rod,

And find our way home, to live with God.

With heartfelt love, June 26, 2012.

From Sheldon L. Oviatt