One of my favorite reminders.
Confession. On the day you were born my heart burst. With Fear. I loved you, but could I care for you? Would I be able to be the mom you deserved? Could I keep you safe? How would I raise a happy, healthy, polite, silly boy? Would my mistakes haunt your life? Childbirth was a piece of cake, but parenting was frightening. Parenting had repercussions. Each decision could darken this bundle of hope, light, peace.
Three years later my heart is whole and the fear has subsided. Parenting has not gotten easier. The challenges and worries are still great, but each day ends with the affirmation that we were meant to do this journey together. And three years later when I look in your sweet face the light in your eyes still glows. It fills me with peace and hope for our family’s future- just like the day you were born.
Thank you for being kind. Thank you being silly. And active. And smart. And a bit whacky and out of control. Thank you for your kisses and cuddles. But most of all thank you for being ours.
Oh baby baby!
Priceless reaction to his new bed.
Before he fell off and tears were shed.
A trip to Home Depot to swap the box spring for plywood and all is well.
Spent Saturday converting AJ’s toddler bed into a full size “big boy” bed so he’d be surprised when he returns from his sleepover at his grandparents.
Didn’t put the box spring and mattress on until this morning and realized its SOOO high I can barely get in and out— it’ll be next to impossible for AJ.
New surprise = new headache