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To Noah on your Fifth Birthday

My Dearest Noah,

Today you are five years old. And I cannot believe it. My darling boy, oh the dreams and ambitions I have for you. To be happy first and foremost, but to have a purpose. You've done so much already, more than I could have ever imagined in my wildest dreams. I truly believe you were sent to this Earth to make people happy. You are kind, sweet and so intuitive. How can this much kindness be in such a young heart!? You, my sweet, got that from your Nanny. So patient and endearing, I am amazed at how much you've taught me. I knew I'd love you but I was never sure how much. To the moon and back just doesn't seem to be enough. It far surpasses that particular distance...my love for you is immeasurable. 

You, in your short five years, have touched the lives of so many. And I can say with pure certainty that you will continue to touch many more lives. We are all better for knowing you. You battle the unknown every day and you are ALWAYS smiling. I knew when I held that pregnancy test all those years ago that things would be different. But, how could I have known what was in store for us? I have definitely learned not to judge a book by its cover. And, that's a hard learned lessen that no one could have better taught me. 

These last five years have been the greatest joy of my life. And I can only imagine what joy is in store for us. You have this uncanny ability to turn a bad day into a good one! How do you do that? That infectious smile and innocent giggle make everything better. You know just what to do to bring a smile to anyone's face. And you brighten every room just by being present. The world is definitely a better place with you in it! 

In addition to all the wonderful gifts I know you'll receive today, here are some promises that I'm making to you. Each of these I've thought long and hard about. I want to do better because you make me better. 

I promise to soak up the moments. Bath time. Bed time. Hugs and kisses and scraped knees. 
I promise to wipe your tears when you're upset. 
I promise to hold your hand when you need support. 
I promise to be your nurse when you're sick.
I promise to fight for you until you can fight for yourself and even then I'll still keep fighting. 
I promise to hug you tight when you're under stimulated. 
I promise to be your Wal-Mart date whenever necessary.
I promise to never let anyone underestimate your abilities. 
I promise to show people your true potential. 
I promise to pick you up when you fall down. 
And I promise to love you for the rest of my life...

So from the bottom of heart, happy, happy birthday sweet Noah. I am definitely better knowing you...

Love,
Mama




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