My miracle baby turned 7 years old on 5/20.

Honestly, I never would have thought we would be here. There was a time when becoming a mom felt uncertain. It took 7 years for him to get here, and now somehow he has been here for 7 years. That alone feels full circle to me.

Seven years of waiting.
Seven years of loving him.
Seven years of watching a prayer become a person.

And what a person he is becoming.

He is so smart, so strong, and so sweet. He deals with things that no 7 year old should have to with grace. He notices things. He asks deep questions. He makes me laugh. He challenges me. He stretches me. He has taught me patience, softness, perspective, and a kind of love that changes you permanently.

Motherhood has not always been easy, but being his mom has been one of the greatest gifts of my life.

I think about how much waiting shaped me before he arrived. How much faith was built in the process. I wouldn’t be the woman and writer I am today if God didn’t make me wait. How sometimes God takes His time with the things that matter most.

Seven in the Bible often represents completion or wholeness, and this birthday feels meaningful in a way I can’t fully explain. Not because the story is finished, but because I can finally look back and see how much he has grown and how I’ve grown as well.

Until next time,

Dominique