On this day, (December 21st) fifteen years ago, (now, seventeen years ago) at 4:30 p.m., this world got a whole lot brighter. A shining star shot forth and lit up my world, all wrapped up in baby-blue.
Happy birthday, Daniel!
If I could see all of my life, all its hardships and all its precious memories, all bundled together in an instant of time, there you’d be, shining like the star that you are and all else would disappear in the bright light that is you. You are beautiful, just like the Father, made in His image, a glory to behold, a treasure to hold, and a blessing that nothing else could measure up to.
If the world knew you like I do, they’d all fall in love with you. So many times, I wasn’t sure I’d get to hold you ever again. But the Lord, in His mercy, sustained you, gave you life when your little body was ready to give up.
You might never know how thankful I am. And this day just reminds me all over again that I am the most fortunate person I know... because I know you.