Denzel,

I can't begin to describe how much I love you. How much I would give for you to be happy, healthy, satisfied, successful. And as challenging as some moments are (i.e. the last 2 hours), I would do them all again to spend these precious moments with you. The miracle that you are, and the life and love that you represent are remarkable when I take a moment to think about it. In all the crying, all the boogers, your anger and frustration with me trying desperately to figure out what this "da" means over the last 12 "da's," the temper tantrums (that honestly only last seconds)...in all of that, I see you peacefully drifting off to sleep and praise God that he gave me you. You are worth it all, my sweet boy, and you will continue to be worth everything and anything we go through together. And I don't expect you to understand right away, because I didn't, but that same feeling is a mere glimpse of how God feels about you as his child. He loves you more than anything-you personally. So much that he would die for you to live, and live life abundantly. He cares about the decisions you make, the journey you choose and the people you love. So, thank you for being the physical form of God's love for me, and allowing me to experience it even deeper than I imagined. You don't know how much I cherish you. You will always be loved my bubbas, by me, your dad and the Creator that knit you in my womb. You are wonderfully and beautifully made.

Love,
Mom