Every night as I tuck Abel into bed, I pray for him and the first thing I say is "Thank you Jesus for Abel" because I am so very thankful that he was born.
When we were in the process of adopting him, the agency informed us that his age was approximate, they really didn't know exactly when he was born or how old he really was.
At the time they had aged him at seven years old but when we had our court date a year later, they aged him at six years old and gave him the birth date of March 26th.
When we got him home to the states, and took him to the dentist and pediatrician for a complete exam, they said that it looked like they had aged him right, he was indeed about six or seven years old.
That was two years ago.
He has been our son, Abel Dean Turner, for two years now.
And I am thankful.
I'm thankful that he lets me kiss his cheek.
I'm thankful that he helps me clean the house and the yard.
I'm thankful that he always wants to make me happy and not mad or sad.
I'm thankful that he works hard in school.
I'm thankful that he wants me to dance the two step with him at Boutin's Cajun restaurant while the Zydeco band plays.
I'm thankful that he loves to play baseball, build stuff, is a great artist, loves to laugh and make others laugh, is giving and kind and generous.
But more then anything I am just so thankful that I get to call him my son. I am so thankful that I get to be his momma.
Happy birthday my sweet Abel.