this time eleven years ago...

I lay in bed, exhausted after 32 hours of arduous labor, overwhelmingly in awe of the little creature nestled in my arms.

I had been afraid. I had really believed that for some reason, having children wouldn't come easily, if at all. I wanted it more than anything, but I feared it wasn't in the cards. But there he was, pink and healthy (albeit temporarily cone-headed...poor thing,) nursing and sleeping and pooping and crying and being certifiably the most amazing, wonderful baby ever. I felt like the only person in the world who had ever known the sense of miraculousness that having a baby seems to invoke.

To this day, I still sometimes have to shake my head at the wonder of it all, at the great privilege of being mama to this boy, this young man, really. He is whip-smart, truly kind, genuine, funny, a freckled, sparkling-blue-eyed goofball who knows exactly when to have fun and when to take life very seriously. He's a wonderful brother, a true-blue friend, and a devoted sweetheart of a son.

Happy Birthday, S. Your mama will always love you.

4 comments:

doublemochalover said...
January 7, 2010 at 2:37 PM

It's amazing isn't it! He even looks a bit like R in this picture.

Webfrau said...
January 7, 2010 at 2:53 PM

Happy Birthday S!
Hasn't the time flown Carole - so hard to believe how grown up they are now.

moongipsies said...
January 11, 2010 at 7:55 PM

such a great post... and such a happy year for you. Congrats!

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