Every year we celebrate each birthday milestone, and somewhere, somehow we breath a little sigh of relief that we have made it through another year.
You are 11!! Where oh where has that time gone?
Each year I can't help but remember that moment when I first laid eyes on you. The instant I saw you I knew you were perfect, I fell in love with your whole being, which is why it was so difficult when the doctors started pointing out things that were 'wrong'. I have no doubt some would call it denial, but I refused to look at you as if you were anything less than perfect.
And you know what?
I have never thought any differently about you.
You are perfect to me (and your Dad and your little brother).
I see your frustrations.
I see your sadness sometimes.
I see your acceptance.
I see you Ryley, for who you are; for you are a beautiful kind soul, who loves unconditionally and continues to teach us about what that truly means.
What do I hope for you this year? I hope that this year we can continue to help you become independent. I hope we can listen better to you, and really hear you.
I hope that above all, you are happy.
We love you so so much. We are incredibly proud of you and look forward to another year.
|Very pleased with his new ipod|