While he was in ICU, my husband wrote a little jingle for me to make into a lullaby for him once he was home. It goes like this:
with all of his names,
came into the world on Tuesday.
We gave him six hugs,
wrapped him in rugs,
and took him home the next Thursday.
I spared James that poem on my Facebook post today, choosing instead the small poem that Leroy wrote for me to embroider on to the quilt that I had made for his crib before he was born.
on a high hill.
Happy Birthday, James Harrison Sowers Searle. Your mother is still your biggest fan.