My little boy turns 1 year old today
January 21, 2011- I hardly slept the night before. I got up early with your daddy, who had flown in from Afghanistan to welcome you into the world. We we’re SO excited to meet you, to see who you would look like (you looked like me at first, but now you look more like your daddy.) I remember standing in front of the bathroom mirror brushing my hair and thinking about how it’s going to feel to hold you, to kiss you and to hold your little hand. I smiled so big that I think you could hear the joy and excitement coming from it. I know that a smile doesn’t have a sound, but at that moment it did. Daddy and I packed the car with your diaper bag, my overnight bag and drove to the hospital. It was 7am I sat in my hospital bed and waited for you to come. And then 25 hours later at 8:01 am, with 22 of those hours being in labor you came into the world, Our little boy. The first time I saw you, I cried because of how beautiful you were, how little you were and the way your little lips looked just the way I had dreamt. My dream had come true in that moment.
Now, hear you are, still my little boy and your about to turn 1-year-old. I swear I just blinked and you were just a little newborn baby. But now you’re a little boy, so sweet, gentle, kind and loving. You make us laugh and cry at times. I never felt such joy and fear at the same time. Joy to see you happy and fear when I see you hurt. Nothing, hurts more than when you hurt and nothing brings greater joy than when you’re joyous. I love seeing your little personality flourish. And boy-o-boy do you have personality! You love to talk (dada is your favorite word), sing, read brown bear, unload the dishwasher and take things out of the refrigerator, listen to Sesame street 1234, share (especially with Brody), play fetch with Brody, pretend putting lotion on your hands (mimicking mommy), make us laugh and simply be adorable.
There are times when Daddy and I are exhausted, but God has given us the strength to rock you back to sleep in the middle of the night, our have 3 am playtimes, because you just wont go to sleep, or taking you to the E.R. because you were coughing and I was afraid you couldn’t breathe or kissing your little face until you fell asleep. All of those moments I remember praying that God would protect you and keep you safe. And He did. I know He has a plan for your life. Because, we’ve prayed for you since before you were born.
I still can’t believe you’re mine. I will always feel blessed by the fact that God has given you to me and Daddy. We love you so much and I couldn’t be any more happier to be your mommy. Happy Birthday, My little boy! I love you!











































