Five

Harlem turned five this week. I have been in my feelings for the past three weeks, going through old photos and videos. I have been a ball of emotions. The months before he was born were scary and emotional. The hours leading up to his birth were even scarier, as we both were facing potentially fatal circumstances.

But here we are - five years in the game.

I remember when everyone left the hospital room and it was just Harlem and I, I prayed in his ear, praying over his life, promising to never leave him and vowing to always be on his team.

This year we celebrated with a trip to the beach, lots of pizza and all the candy he wanted. Watching him take in the waves, play in the sand, and run along the shore made my heart smile. His joy and happiness is always my aim.

He is actually five going on 25. Regardless, this kid is the exact kid I prayed for - a ball of fire, comedic, bubbly, extrovert, outgoing, a stand-out-in-a-crowd personality, dark chocolate skinned boy with a smile inherited from his mama.

Harlem is literally the best thing that has ever happened to me. Truly.

May he be as powerful as his name. Always.