Stuck

2 years ago yesterday, God allowed us to become a family of 5....

My sweet baby, Lincoln,

I spent an entire day and night trying to come up with the perfect words to describe how much I love you, but mere words cannot express it. They are so inadequate for the kind of love that a mama has for her child. That I have for you.

So, I was stuck.

Stuck with a lack of nouns, verbs, adverbs, and adjectives that properly spell out what I feel for you.

Stuck with this heart that continues to expand and swell with each child I've given birth to. Each of you have changed me forever. A phenomenon that can't be explained, but is known by mommy's and daddy's everywhere.

Stuck on you.

Stuck with you, and you with me. Forever.

I'm so glad I'm stuck. I thank God I'm stuck. I so don't deserve this amazing blessing that He has "stuck" me with. I love, adore, embrace, cherish, relish, treasure, being stuck. I never want to be anything other than...stuck.

I love you, Monster Mash, the same and so much more (is that possible? I think so.)

yesterday... (I'm so grateful for each one of them.)

today... (I don't take for granted the todays. Lord, help me to make the most of them.)

and forever... (I'm so excited for the years and joys to come.)

I can't imagine life without you. You, my 3rd born child, are just as much a miracle and wonder to me as my 1st and 2nd born were.

Happy Birthday to you, my goofy, anything Papa and Daddy lovin', hummus eatin', strawberry and mandarin orange devourin', bruisin', car and truck drivin', dirt diggin', ball throwin', guitar strummin', singin', huggin', kiss givin' gift from heaven.

And since none of these words really cut it, I'll finish with the exact words that you said to me the evening of your birthday...

"Ah uv ya-ou." Oh, how I do...