My son.

I didn't let myself say the two words MY SON together for a long time. I have three daughters and I adore them and they are part of me. When my son was born I didn't say MY SON because it felt too exciting, too special, then we found out about the holes in his heart, found out we might lose him, found out he needed surgery, then he had the surgery and now here I am, four months and one day after his surgery and it feels good to say My son. Adam is my son. My son my son my son my son. I always say my baby or my boy, but I feel confident that now I can say my son. My son is awesome. My son is beautiful. My son smells good. My son is strong. My son loves me. I love my son. I am going to go pick him up now, he is asleep, but I like to hold him while he sleeps, and while he's awake, and when I take him for a walk and when I do things with his sisters, and when we go to the grocery store, and when we go to school, I like to hold my son and play with him and read to him and sing to him. And, because I only have one son, I can honestly say he is my favorite little boy in the whole world!