Marshall Dean Johnson
April 15, 2015 at 2:41 am. Today, after months and months of anxious waiting and excited planning you arrived. Seven pounds, two ounces of perfect, baby boy. Your mom called me this morning at 7:15 as I was getting ready for work and said, "guess what! You're an Aunt!" I had never heard her sound so happy, so completely in love. Her voice was what joy sounds like. And when I saw a picture of your dad holding you, I could barely take it all in. So much pride was shining of his face has he held you, his son, in his arms. You're here, Little boy and we couldn't be any happier. I bet your grandma is STILL crying tears of joy.
What do you think of this big world? It's loud and noisy and so strange to a little guy like you, I'm sure. I can tell you one thing though, the world got so much brighter now that you're in it. You're so tiny, but Little boy, you're already changing lives. You made your mom and dad the happiest they've ever been and nothing you do could ever stop bringing them joy. You laid the foundation for a future and have a life full of possibilities in front of you. Do you know how much we believe in you? As I sit in the now and soak up every little piece of brand new you I can't help but dream about everything you are and everything you will be.
It's been so hard to not be right next to you, not counting your fingers and toes, not memorizing your face as I hold you in my arms, not kissing your sweet, chubby cheeks. I'll be home to meet you on Friday and I can barely wait. All day long I've been staring at the pictures of you and saying your name out loud, Marshall Dean, Baby Marshall. I've been soaking in the glory that comes every time someone calls me Aunt Jordan, loving how that title feels. Feeling the honor I have in being your aunt, wanting to make you proud of what I'm doing and who I am.
Little Boy, today is day one, you have thousands upon thousands of days ahead of you. I pray you find they are filled with love, with adventure, with truth, and with light. I pray you have more fun than pain, and more laughter than tears. I pray you never stop learning and love above all else. I pray your mama and daddy help you realize how much of a gift you are and how valuable your life is. Because even at seven pounds and two ounces, you are mighty.
Happy Birthday, Little boy. I love you so much.