Dear Firstborn,When we knew you were on your way almost twenty-seven years ago, I said to your father, 'I hope it's a boy, because I didn't have an older brother, just two sisters. He said, well he won't be your brother.' He had me on that one. It was my dream for you to be a boy because I wanted our other children to have an older brother. When you came on the scene who knew it would be you that would teach so much about love, grace, patience and kindness? We were up in the middle of the night together for many months, maybe it was a couple of years. During those nights of wishing I was sleeping you kept me company even if you were crying, teaching me to love even when it's hard. Teaching me that the world did not revolve around a new mother. You would teach me to lean hard on my Savior as you entered your teen years when times were not so great between us. Patience, kindness and the promise these days would not last forever were lessons you taught me as you left for boot camp several days after high school graduation. Little did I know there was more to learn as you turned in your little blue saw you used as a pretend gun for a real weapon when joined the military and was called to serve your country in the Middle East. Your love for your country was contagious. That year was one of the hardest for your mom, whose love grew beyond words. There was only God to trust with your life. He proved enough and He was faithful to get me through the year you were thousands of miles away. You have taught me faith and hope, but the greatest has been love. Thank you to my only son, and thank you for being the big brother to your three sisters.