Marking Motherhood

It's been three years now.
Three years since we slept soundly through the night without one ear cocked and waiting for the sound of a child needing us in the night. 
Three years since we spent an entire day, 24 hours, doing exactly what we wanted to do when we wanted to do it.
Three years since another mother's loss and pain became our life's greatest gift and the physical embodiment of our greatest joy, the fact of which we struggle with each and every day.
Three years since I held his tiny hand in mine for the first time, feeling both his physical strength and the strength of his character coursing through his baby soft skin.
Three years since my maternal ache became maternal love.
Three years since a baby boy, who in the course of less than six months had lost two families, a country, a language, all familiar sights, smells, and sounds, took the biggest leap of faith imaginable and held our hands, smiled back at our smiles, and learned to love and trust again.
Three years since one small boy changed our world, for the better, forever. 
We love you, Harry.  You rock our world.