For a long time you were just a dream.
The dream from which I could not awake…
that taught patience.
that was worth the wait.
You are my first born.
The wiggling recipient of first-time mothering…
of underwhelming technique.
of overwhelming love.
For a time you were my only dream.
Then more dreams became your brothers…
to divide my attention.
to multiply my love.
You are my original dream.
The dream that I get to live everyday…
to wake and keep dreaming.
to hug and kiss in wiggling resistance.
Happy 8th birthday Ryan.
I love you.
I can’t help but pinch myself…
Ryan…
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My name is Holly Homer & I am the Dallas mom of three boys…
Happy 8th birthday handsome! Sorry that I missed it!
Hugs to you and Mom
Such a sweet poem. Happy Birthday to your first born! : )
Awwww happy birthday
Happy Birthday Ryan!!!
happy birthday to the first “r”!
Happy 8, Ryan.
8 is wonderful!