{a cleft journey} happy tears

on monday after baking away with child #1 i whisked up child #2 as he awoke from his morning nap. i placed the bottle in his mouth, my brain registered something different, i removed the bottle looking upon his sweet face and happy tears were flowing uncontrollably down my cheek. i remember the first moment i saw his face the day he was born, i cried and cried. he was perfect. i fell in love with his cleft and on february first it was bittersweet to say goodbye. that was until i met him again on that rainy monday morning. his stitches and derma bond had been swept away leaving behind a gorgeous view of a perfect lip. i sat that there bawling. payton asked why i was sad and i told her i wasn’t. just overjoyed at how perfect he is and always was. i just kept staring at him for over an hour, crying, smiling, shouting thanking God for this miracle and our plastic surgeon who i cannot wait to hug on the 24th. his sister exclaiming, i love you buddy, you’re cute. brayden was happy too, he couldn’t stop smiling which was saying a lot after the past few days and the rough patch we had hit. i find myself staring at him as he lay tightly wrapped in my arms, watching his lips quiver, how he pushes his tongue along the inside of his lips. i met my son for the second time this day.