A Thank You

I am sitting in the man-cave, which now houses the glider that was once in the nursery in an attempt to spread the items out enough that we can move on without letting go. I've just rocked this sweet boy to sleep and it occurred to me that I need to say a special thank you. 

Early last year we had dinner with our best friends. When Mike went to use the restroom, he saw the strategically placed positive pregnancy test on the counter. After becoming sure I wasn't upset (the jumping up and down cleared that up quickly) they told us that this baby was all of ours. Months later, we recieved orders to move to Texas, and they were to stay in San Diego. We were happy to be getting closer to one family but distressed about leaving another. The year has been a rough one but our friends welcomed this joy and we welcomed ours in a different way. When we lost Landon, we flew back to San Diego to find comfort in our family there.   There was a little concern that this little man would be salt in the wound and while, yes, I cried watching my sweet husband feed him and snuggle him, knowing he would never feed or snuggle our Landin, I was overjoyed to feel such love for this little kid. And while I may have teared up a few times, having this baby, all of our baby, in the walls of this house as well as our hearts has been an experience like no other. So my thank you is to my best friend. I know you worry about the pain you know is there, but you will never understand how great of a gift you have given me. You have given me a love so strong that it makes me long for the love I am experiencing in a different way with my own son. I love yours so much that somehow I understand that the painful way that I love my own is a beautiful, perfect love. 

Thanks for having sex and making this cutie. And thanks for sharing him!