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My dearest Jason


My dearest Jason,

Today we are celebrating your 8th birthday as well as Mother's Day. I am so thankful that God has allowed me to be your mother. Your arrival into this world changed the course of my life and I am forever grateful.

Jason, ever since you were born you have brought joy to the lives of the many people you have come into contact with. You light up the room with your smile. You are a very loving individual and it shows through your interactions with your peers and your family. You are full of surprises. Your dad and I are constantly amazed by the many gifts and talents that are working inside of you and we cannot wait to see them exhibited throughout your life.

I often reflect on the day you were born and how we were so nervous and excited. Our first child, the one we had been praying for, was finally ready to make his debut. I remember crying when I heard your first little cry.  I was crying because God was fulfilling a promise he had made to us. You, my son, were an answered prayer.

Although you look EXACTLY like your dad, you are a lot like me in attitude. That's probably why we bump heads a LOT. You have taught me so much in these 8 years about being a mother and you don’t even realize it. I am thankful for the lessons.

I want to encourage you to continue to learn as much about Jesus as you can. Let the Word of God be a guide for you throughout your life. Trust God with your life and let him direct your steps. Also, please continue to be the loving and caring person that you are. Be that ray of sunshine for someone when they are having a rough day. Make a vow to love others as God loves us. And don't let anyone or anything get in the way of the calling that God has placed on your life.

We know you will do well. We believe in you. We love you! Happy birthday!

My first born

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