Scar tissue

For the last 5 years I have taught myself to survive with a hole in my heart. It's painful but fully possibly. Watching a person pass away, especially when it's your child, changes you. And not always for the good. But just less than 2 weeks ago my heart began to repair itself. My youngest son was welcomed into our world and mine began to change. I have become more complete. The joy of everyday has found me again. The lack of sleep has become worth it. Even the small sliver of bed he leaves me with feels like more than enough when I look into his eyes. I will forever have a scar where the hole once was. My son will never be forgotten. His strength and will to survive taught me more is his 1 month than the time I've had on Earth. I am blessed I was chosen to be that little boys mom. But right now, this day, this moment given to me, has completed me. How lucky can I get beyond this? Only time will tell and I can't wait to find out now.