My son was born —
so small, so beautiful, and completely mine 🤍👶.

The moment I held him, time stood still ⏳.
His tiny fingers wrapped around mine, and in that instant, my heart began living outside my body 💓.

He entered this world in his own extraordinary way —
missing one little arm, yet carrying more strength and spirit than I’ve ever known 💪✨.
From his very first breath, I felt it: a quiet courage, steady and unshakable, already written into who he is 🌱.

As I held him close, tears fell —
not from sadness,
but from awe 😭🤍.

In that sacred moment, I understood my purpose clearly:
to love him fiercely,
to protect his light,and to show him every day that he was never less — only more 🌈.

He will grow up knowing his worth is not measured by what others see,
but by the strength that lives within him 💖.
He will climb, create, adapt, and conquer in his own way —
boldly, beautifully, unapologetically.

💖 He is my reason.
My heart.
My miracle.

Perfect in every way that truly matters ✨🤍.