A Celebration of His Life
Happy 7th Birthday to my beautiful baby boy, Arman! I can’t believe how much you have grown. You have always been so independent and resourceful. I’m proud of how hard you have worked to overcome your speech issues. As a baby, your fiery temper earned you the name J.D.– Junkyard Dog. But I was never put off by your willful nature; instead, I admired it. It showed your great strength and resolve. You are a loving and beautiful boy.
In 2003, when your father and I looked around, we realized that our family was incomplete. Sure we had a son and a daughter, but we were missing a piece of our puzzle– you, our third child and spoiler. You would be the one who would mellow everyone out and who your dad and I could relate to as third children. You were so loved by both of us. I remember when I was in my 5th month of pregnancy with you, the doctors told us that you might have kidney issues. I cried and worried about you every day. I was afraid that the situation might not resolve itself before your birth and that you might require surgery. Funny how my concern and love for you was so great before we even met. And when we finally met, you were all that I dreamed: a beautiful, healthy, smiley baby boy. In what seemed to be a cruel joke, ovarian cysts in me ruptured shortly after your were born. This emergency caused a bit of an emotional separation between you and me. You see, while I was convalesing, you formed a strong bond with your dad, who cared for and nurtured you. There were days when I longed to be close to you, but I knew that my time would come. And when it did, I welcomed it and felt so blessed. You are so lucky to be so loved by so many people. I love you with all my heart. You will always be my J.D. I love you, Armani!