Dear Gage

4 years and 13 days after your brother was born you allowed me to receive the greatest gift that can be given to woman.

You made me a mother again. More than that, you were the completing piece to the puzzle that makes up our family.

And today, you are 4 years old. Happy Birthday Gage!

With you, things were simpler and the road we took as mother and child was much smoother thanks to having been there and done that. That's not to say we didn't hit a few bumps of our own as the little quirks of your personality came into light. But this time I was I assured that I knew what I was doing and that together we would make it through relatively unscathed.

There were the weeks of hearing your cries and being at a loss of what to do and how to comfort you until we discovered your enzyme deficiency. There were the late nights of colic when the only thing that calmed you down where the strands of red Christmas lights we has illuminating the kitchen, even if it was May. There was your first peel of laughter when Brayden sang Twinkle Twinkle Little Star to you and you thought the way that his shaggy hair hung down as he leaned over you was the funniest thing ever. And there were to many naps you and I took together, snuggled up bed with one another while your daddy was at work and your brother was at school and the house was quiet all for us.

Little boy, you are the glue that bound this family together.

And together your silly adolescence and bright smiles over the simple things in life keeps us grounded during the times where it's more than easy to let the frustrations of the moment engulf us.

You've blessed me in ways that I don't think you'll ever know. Not until you have a family of your own. And when you do, I wish more than anything that you'll have a child as loving and spirited as you are.

The past 4 years have been an adventure. Now let's go have another!