Dear Son,
Four years ago to this day the Lord delivered you into my world and since that early morning hour, your presence has changed me forever. I can still vividly remember the sound of your cry when you came from your mother’s womb, and the beauty of your tender face as you snuggled into your mother’s arms. Even before you were conceived, God, the Father, already knew who Elliot Rolf Peterson was and loved you from the beginnings of the universe. God already knew your name. He already knew the number of hairs on your little head, and every living thing about you. He also knows your future steps as you grow. God is your architect, son, and I praise him for the blessings He has poured out unto you. Thank you Elliot for your laughter, your smiles, your hugs, your kisses, your cries for help, your tender love, and, most of all, calling me daddy and always saying “I love you.”
This past year you learned for the first time how to go potty on your own. You also got your very first bed along with a bedroom. You’ve probably collected more Hotwheel cars than any other child in the world! You also learned more words to speak and share, along with the ABC’s. This 3rd year, you began to go to church on Sundays and play with other children. You also learned how to sing with your mother and sisters. And you even learned how to pray before a meal. There is so much more you have accomplished this year, and there is so much more to come.
Watching you grow is an honor and a gift from Heaven, and I will never take advantage nor take for granted this gift. I pray that God will give me the wisdom and strength to be the best father to you and live a Christian life that sets an example for you to follow. Thank you, Elliot, for your spirit reminds me and teaches me how fragile we are and vulnerable we are in this world. I pray that God will continue to protect you, grow you in strength, and give you the wisdom that builds you a solid rock foundation.
In my heart you will always be the little boy that cries out for a cookie, rides the trains with daddy and climbs the rocks on the beach. In my heart you will always be the little one that wants to play in the bath tub with daddy and wants to watch the big whales and Mickey Mouse. I never want you to stop waking me up in the morning with a knock on the head and saying good morning to me. In my heart you will always be Elliot who says “Oh my gosh!” I wish you could stay this age forever, son, always needing my help and calling me daddy. You will always be my little boy, and I will always be there to raise you up when in need and protect you from harm. Your mommy and daddy loves you sooooooo much.
Today is your birthday, and I am truly grateful for God bringing you into my life and being my son.
Happy birthday, Elliot.
With all my love,
Daddy
