On the day you were born, it rained. Easter had been early that year, and so the children were off school for spring break. I know it was raining that day, because Elijah also has an April 4 birthday... he took Isaac to a fun park in Charlotte, and I remember it rained. I'm thankful for that memory, because I REMEMBER the day you were born.
On the day you were born I was 4.1 miles from your birth. You were born in the same hospital as Isaac, Lauralyn, Kristin... and Joel. I did not know that day my son took his first breath. I was holding another sweet baby boy that day. Camden. A boy who was soon to leave my arms for a new mama.
On the day you were born, I didn't know you, but God did.
HE knew your name was to be Joshua Richard Haut. "God is Salvation."
HE knew you had two brothers and two sisters who would adore you, and dote on you.
HE knew you the day you were born. And while I did not, it certainly gives me peace to know that on the day you were born you were loved. Endlessly. Completely. Perfectly.
Happy first birthday, my precious son.
