Who Got Who?

Today is truly a day for celebration.  Not only is today Mothers Day but it is also your "Gotcha Day!"  Two years ago today Nancy and I found ourselves on an airplane on our way to pick you up.  Adrenaline running high, no time to think of the unknown, and just praying we made it through the plane ride home once you were in my arms.  Of course, as nothing works out perfect, we ended up missing a flight and your team of social workers graciously drove you from Twin Falls Idaho to Salt Lake City Utah to meet us at that airport so we could make our return flight.

With minutes to spare they pulled up to the airport, tossed you in my arms, smiled as they told me you had quite the set of lungs on you, and that you liked the top of your head rubbed.  This last piece of information was vital.  You came with two bags, one with clothes and diapers and another with a few toys you had received in foster care.  This was it, all the belongings you had to show for the first five years of your life.  But boy did your personality speak volumes.

We did survive the trip home, in one piece, and with a little bit of sanity left.  You ate as if you had never seen food before, drank juice and water like a fish, and did not release the iPod I brought for you.  I am not sure reality sunk in for either of us that day or exactly when it would.  We made it home a little before midnight and as Nancy and T closed the door behind them I suddenly realized that it was just you and I.  

There is a part of me that can't believe it has only been two years and another part of me that feels as if it has been a lifetime since that day.  I find it hard to remember my life before you were a part of it and cannot imagine not ever having you in it.  We have both grown, changed, and matured in ways that I never thought were possible.  We have made it through obstacles and challenged each other to new limits.  Everyday I wake up I cannot wait to see your smile and discover a new adventure.  I cannot wait for the first hug of the day or last kiss goodnight.  

Today, two years later, I look back on where we have been and realize just how far we have made it. How intertwined our hearts have become.  How much we are a reflection of each other.  And most importantly, how incredibly lucky I am to have such an amazing little boy as my son.  

Today you are a little spitfire.  Full of yourself and confident in the young man you are becoming.  Loving to test your boundaries and push the limits of those around you.  You have a way of making people discover something new about themselves without even trying.  You have a passion for learning about animals.  Still, your most prized possession and desire is music.  Your love for music runs through you and provides you a sense of security and safety.  It is in your blood and from what I can see always will be.  You are filled with so much hope and determination that I know you will conquer all you set your mind too.  

So baby, I am not sure who got who on "gotcha day" two years ago but what I do know is that I am the luckiest mom in the world to have you as my son.  

Keep On Truckin

Love

Mom