Happy Birthday to BRANDON SCOTT!!!!

My son. My beautiful little red head. It's hard to believe you are already three years old. Where does the time go?

Some day I hope to share with you how elated Mommy and Daddy were when God brought you into our lives after our previous miscarriage. BOY were you an active one--kicking and moving in my tummy like nothing I had known before. But you gave mommy plenty of sleep time and allowed me the endurance to finish my first master's degree just weeks before your birth.

When you were born, dear angel, we were in the midst of so many changes. We moved TWICE during your pregnancy and lived with several family members while awaiting your arrival. Your birth, a cesarean section, didn't go as well as we anticipated. Both you and I weren't in the best of health for those first few months. So you lived, breathed, ate, and slept right against mommy's chest all day and all night. It was the only way we could make it--together.

Brandon, I am so happy that you are my son. You have been appropriately nicknamed "Samson" for your strength and determination. You bring laughter, mischief and silliness to my every day. I enjoy snuggling with you under the blankets, making forts under the dining table, and playing "baby" with you during those times that I need reminding that you're not all that much bigger and older than Brighton. Thank you for teaching me that motherhood is a journey, not a single destination.



I love you, sweet one. Happy 3rd birthday!