Judgment Day.

I’ve been looking forward to this day since January 5, 2017.

It was almost instant.

I knew you were my son.

It would just take time.

I left for 73 days while your Daddy took care of you.

The hardest part was not knowing.

Not knowing what you were doing every day and not getting to kiss your face.

When you saw me for the first time since I had been gone, you were overcome with emotion.

Reunited.

You’re my little boy.

My first.

You made me a mommy.

You’ve made this mom life pretty easy.

Today.

Today, you’re five and a half.

Full of energy.

Stubborn and strong-willed.

Sweet as can be.

Smart and athletic.

Some days are easy, and others are a little more challenging.

Each day is a little different and yet the same.

A new day isn’t promised but I promise each new day I get will be spent loving you.

You’re my little boy.

You won’t always be little, but I’ll always picture that curly-head boy telling me he loved me for the first time.

I’ll always remember the first time I saw you squeeze your Daddy when he picked you up.

I’ll always remember hearing you say Mommy for the first time.

I’ll always remember those first days.

And now, God willing, I’ll be there for the rest.

I love you son.

October 30, 2017.

I thought it would feel a lot different.

It doesn’t.

It’s emotional and wonderful, but it’s not different.

Not yet.

I was your Mommy before and I’m your Mommy now.

I tucked you in at night, and I’ll tuck you in still.

I hugged you when you cried, and I’ll hug you now.

I’m sure the changes will come, less regulations and less visits, but my love for you hasn’t changed.

It will only grow stronger.

The sweetest words I’ll ever hear…

“It shall be the same as if the child had been born to you.”