Today you are 27 years old. Today I reflect, as I often do. I reflect on the happy heartfelt moments. I reflect on the milestones; 26 past birthdays, your achievements, graduation and all the in-between. The trials and tribulations, the rocky roads and unintended detours. All the things that have built you to who you are today. All the moments that you have both blessed me with and been blessed with yourself. And especially today; the day you entered my life twenty-seven years ago.
A solid 9 pounds and 15.5 ounces. Alert and developed. As if you had already been in this world for a few. A significant part of your nature. Ahead of the times. Ahead of yourself.
You too, were Battle Born. Born fighting for your life. Spending the first two weeks of your being in the hospital with serious infection. Your powerful will to survive. It broke my heart to leave you behind every day until you were healthy enough to come home. This angel given to me, tugging at my heart, the bond even stronger now that you had arrived. And unbeknownst to both of us, this was not the only fight for your life that you would embark on.
You gave me the title of Mom. You changed my entirety for the better, and for this I thank you Logan. And I embrace it. As I embrace you. Every breathing moment.
You are a Nurturer. A Protector. A Sensitive Soul. Amazing qualities you have carried these 27 years and will continue to do so; I know in my heart.
You are a beautiful man.
Brazen. Bold. Outspoken. Sometimes lacking a little couth, but not with harmful intention. Though no holds barred, you have everyone’s best interest in mind, always.
The strength you carry is phenomenal. You have endured abandonment, brokenness, and troubles that no child or adult ever should. You have survived thru near death experiences and their after effects from both medical issues and addiction. You have had the cards stacked against you by people that were supposed to unconditionally love, guide, teach, and protect you. And here you are. Radiating and courageously practicing self-preservation. Survival instincts. And though maybe not all has been conquered; you continue to persevere Logan. Taking those “life lessons” and wisdom to channel the negative and draw in the positive; striving for victory. Victory of not succumbing to the past; this in itself is an extraordinary feat.
Graced with gratitude. Brimming with determination. Self-powering. Your success in recovering your life is astonishing. You are an inspiration to many Logan, including me.
You are a character. Full of humor. Witty and observational. Able to poke fun and lighten the mood while enlightening all those around you. You are the only one that can bring a smile to my face when I am in the darkest of moods. You have been my saving grace.
I cherish every day we have together and value the opportunity to create new memories with you. As we do, I will continue to reflect on the ones we have. Playing them in my mind like a slideshow on fast forward; repeat. Keeping them stowed away in my inner keepsake box. Pulling them forward and grasping them tight like treasured jewels when needed.
Today you are 27 years old. Today you are clean. Today you are free. Today you are a force to be reckoned with.
Today you are Logan.
I am excited for this next chapter and every one that follows. You should be especially proud of yourself, just as I am of you. I am deeply grateful to have you in my life. I am honored to call you my son.
Keep rising, Logan, keep rising 💪🏼
Happy Birthday
I love you❤
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