Writing with Juliet Iwelunmor

There are stars, but none like my baby. We call him Ranyenna. Our gift back to God. He came at the beginning of the pandemic when life was full of chaos and masks. I went into labor with him not knowing or believing I was in labor. He came to the world with ease. Smiled and ate his food with ease. He wasn’t a fuzzy baby. Smiled alot and laughed as soon as he could. Three years later, he still laughs and smiles alot. He is still not fuzzy and truly lives life with ease. To know him is to know love, sweet perfect love from eyes so big and full of stars. There are truly stars, but none like our Ranyenna. Happy Birthday our gift we give back to God in honor of all the ways he continues to love us. We love you.