King.
Dragon.
Hard to describe this big eyed boy of mine. I guess what's really hard to describe is the pain turned joy for a child I wanted so badly and nearly lost.
I remember in the midst of doing IVF, wanting with every part of me, to have another boy. I feel like I knew Kingston long before he was born. And when he was born, it was like being reunited with him instead of just meeting him. I know he was my son long before this world. He was mine and I was his. I deeply love this child.
And, there isn't a day I don't think to myself, I would have missed this moment had he not lived. And that's the truth. Because he has so many moments. His perfectly white two bottom teeth, his beautiful soft skin and two handsome dimples. The way he kicks his legs with every ounce of strength, and rolls and rolls and rolls. I love this boy's big brown eyes. They are so shiny and bright and I could stare at them all day.
I will always be grateful, every day of my life, for him. He is my miracle man, who fought hard to live, and I am his lucky mom. And I am so lucky to be his mom.
My King
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