Ethan,
Today is your first birthday. It wasn't exactly how I had planned to spend it, 12 months ago when you were born. I worried so needlessly about the fact that you were born on a holiday. I didn't want you to have to share your birthday with anything. I worried that you'd never get to have your birthday party on your actual birthday. Now we won't even have a party for you each year so I worried about that for nothing. I would give anything to have you here and have to celebrate your birthday on the 5th or the 6th, but that wasn't God's plan for you.
I am so proud of how you fought so hard while you were here and how you went through your last few weeks without complaining. I know it must not have been that comfortable for you. I can't wait until the day that I get to see you again and maybe hold you (who knows if you'll still be a baby or a grown up when I see you again). I hope you will remember me. If many years pass before I get to see you, please don't forget me, ok? I love you so much. You will always be my precious baby boy.
Love, Mommy
