My first born.
The first one to make me feel what it felt like to have my heart walking around outside of my body.
My sensitive little man. He's 7 years old and so much older than his years. I worry about him all the time because he's so sensitive. I worry about his fragile little self esteem. I hope he has enough friends, I hope he is happy. He is such a joy and he is such a kind, BIG hearted little boy. He's inquisitive, thoughtful, loving. He's always looking out for his brother and his sister. He always wants to include them. (Actually, they all do this - they are VERY thoughtful when it comes to one another) He still wants to give his Mother a hug and a kiss in front of his classmates at school - he's not too old for that. He is SUCH a love. I hope he always will be.
He was the one we tried for the longest. After over two years of infertility our prayers were answered and he is SUCH a blessing. I am thankful that we were able to finally have children. I am thankful that he was our first. I am thankful for my Aidan John.