Hope

Last night as I was kissing Wilson good night before I went to bed I stood there for a minute leaning over his crib just watching his sleep peacefully. I started to think about this amazing little being. I stood there wondering how anyone could doubt that there is a high being after having a child of their own. How could you doubt that this little person came from our Heavenly Father.

I hope he is a happy person. I hope he is kind. And of course has a sense of humor like his dad. I hope he works hard in life and is able to do anything he puts his mind too. I hope he is a good friend. I hope he finds love and then one day can truly feel the love that I have for him in a child of his own.

I hope that I can be a good mother to him. I hope I can teach everything he needs me too. I hope I can be a good example to him. I hope he will always know I love him. I hope I can make our home a haven away from the world for him. A place he can feel safe and love and feel the spirit.

I have so many hopes and dreams for him. Most of all I hope that he will know that he is a child of his Heavenly Father. Because knowing that makes all the difference in the world.