I still remember the raw emotions.
Excitement, fear, worry, happiness, joy.
I still remember praying endlessly the entire 17 hours before they said “it’s time to do this.”
And then the following 4 hours of pushing.
And then the hour in the operating room.
And then the most pleading prayer of my life when you didn’t cry.
And then rejoicing when you finally did.
And crying happy tears when I held you in my arms for the first time 5 hours later.
I cannot believe that allll of that was TWO years (and a week) ago already.
You’re an incredible little boy. You are the best of the best and we are so grateful to have you in our lives. You’ve taught me more than I ever thought I could learn. You’ve given me more purpose than I thought possible. And you’ve shown me how to love unconditionally, just a glimpse of God’s unconditional love.
You love everything…except your sister.
You eat everything.
You are the smartest and most funny kid.
Your words are few but you speak so much. (48 words and counting…)
You adore all animals and have no fear.
And you’re mamas hero…killing spiders for me!
You’ve adapted to all the crazy changes that have happened in the last 7 months.
You’ve been the biggest blessing to us.
I’ve discovered in the last 737 days that motherhood is my thing. The good days, and the bad. I have learned to handle it all. And my sweet babe is a precious soul–making it easy, most of the time.
Terrible twos…you’ve been here long enough, move along. 👋🏼
Love you, my sweet boy. Happy belated birthday.
Keep on making us laugh.