Oh, this boy. This beautiful boy. He just turned three. I have no idea how he went from the tiny newborn with the peach-fuzz head to this big, beautiful, talking, walking, singing, dancing, joking boy. Oh, how I love him. When he was born, I felt a distinct feeling of coming home, of satisfaction and completeness.
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| Our Very First Meeting |
Immediately, it was like my friend had come home. I still feel that way as he daily weaves his sweet soul into my life and my heart. He is so tiny, still, and yet he is one of my best friends.
He is a talker! I love hearing him talk and the funny things he comes up with. He has so much to say.
He is brave and strong and indomitably cheerful. Last week I had to take him to get his blood drawn. He has had chicken pox lesions since late-January and we are trying to figure out why. Unfortunately, they had to poke him 6 times to find veins and get enough blood. He cried, of course, but he was so brave. During the last two pokes, I was able to get him to take deep breaths with me, to keep breathing and focus as his magic blood poured into the vials. Between each time, he was sweet and happy and chatting about superman or elmo or whatever else was on his mind. He is an amazing boy.
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| Just outside the hospital. Happy, happy guy. |
I never know quite how to sum up the wonder of each year, as my children grow older and continue to amaze me. I am so lucky to be mother to these beautiful people. So grateful for this sweet Peanut who slipped so easily into my arms and our lives and filled a hole in my heart I didn't know was there. Here are my favorite photos of him from the last year.
Oh, this boy. This beautiful boy. He just turned three. I have no idea how he went from the tiny newborn with the peach-fuzz head to this big, beautiful, talking, walking, singing, dancing, joking boy. Oh, how I love him. When he was born, I felt a distinct feeling of coming home, of satisfaction and completeness.
