My dear Spencer,
The moment I found out about your existence my soul changed. I have never wanted anything more than to be your mom. I pray for you. I cry for you. I love you with a love so intense that even the very depths of hell shake and the angels in heaven rejoice. You are my epitome of beauty. Your freckles, your (half) smile, your eyes filled with so much trust, your sweet bald head. YOU are SO beautiful to me. I wish that I could take every single pain away. I wish that you could close your eyes and awake to a happy day. I wish that I could protect you from everything painful. You have a strength and a love of God that is beyond comprehension and I only hope to be half of the person you have become in your almost eight years by the end of my life. I know how very sad you are to lose your hair. To lose your identity. To lose your strength. You, however, are not Samson. By losing your hair, you gain strength by conquering your fears and moving forward with an immovable faith. My sweet, sweet son, you are beautiful. You are loved. You are strong. Keep fighting. I will continue to hold your hand as you battle in one of the most terrifying wars of your life. You will always be my soul changing beauty. I love you so much.
This picture was taken by Jen Fauset of Fauset Photography. Thank you so much for documenting these intimate experiences for our family. You are amazing.