Dear Rayzor,
Happy Birthday! We love you so much. I can't believe you are a teenager. You are the first child, first grandchild, and first great-grandchild on Pop's side. That is a lot to carry on your shoulders, and you carry it well, with a gracefulness that anyone would envy. Daddy and I had no idea what was in store for us 13 years ago. Somehow we both had Faith, thankfully taught to us by our parents, that everything would be fine. This was our plan, and 2 became 3 so easily. I look back on your birthday with fondness. All of the people we love surrounding us in a beautiful family cocoon. Their presence saying that we are here for you forever. Your grandparents, your Aunt Moeme, your aunts and uncle, my friend A. I was so scared and yet the family cocoon kept me safe. Geema was my rock, but she was a mess, crying because her baby girl was scared and in pain. The phone call from my Aunt P, with her expertise in labor and delivery, just at the right moment, telling me it was ok, get the epidural at 4. My future mother-in-law telling me I had to relax or else this baby was never going to come out. Thinking back on that makes me laugh now.
And then you came out. The OB declared you were a MOOSE! And when I looked at you, my heart swelled so much that I thought I was going to die. Daddy and I were crying, tears of joy at our baby son, I remember Daddy kissing me on the forehead. No words said, but none had to come. The moment was joyful. Then came the family comparisons. You were a perfect combination of Daddy and I, but mostly Daddy! So many people touched by your birth into this world.
Know that you are loved by all of those people and so many more now, especially your brothers and sisters who think you are perfect. Remember that.
Daddy just wrote me an email and he said to me: "I love you and I am glad we
got this crazy-but-awesome kid-train rolling all those years ago.
Love you madly."
You are our Ray of Sunshine.




