If you become a mother this experience is inevitable.
It is not something I hoped would happen or looked forward to but it comes.
It has come a few years later than most for us, I suppose.
Today, for the first time in 21 years, I am not baking a birthday cake for our oldest.
He would not be here to enjoy it if I did.
He is off living his own life now and, at this instance, he is unable to even communicate with us.
There will be a celebration and a time for cake but it won't be on his birthday this year.
I am sad and a bit weepy but I know God has him. I know that the Lord is reminding him of how much we love him. I know he is on mission and working toward the future God has prepared for him.
So, happy birthday, Son. Today you are 21 and this mother's heart could not imagine being more proud and honored to be the one who gave birth to you all those years ago. I love you with all of my heart!