Today was a very special but emotional day for me, as are all days like this one.
Today my son turned seven years old. And honestly, I don’t know how that’s possible.
How did seven years already go by?
Where did my baby go?
I know in my heart he will always be my baby, as will his sister, but he’s not a baby anymore.
He’s not the little guy in the photo below:
Instead, he’s a 64-lb. bundle of energy who keeps his stepfather and I on our toes. That’s a far cry from the 7+lb. baby in the photo.
Today, that baby boy is a funny, intelligent, loving, giving, self-conscious, determined, stubborn, patience-testing, outgoing, enthusiastic, sensitive, hardworking, emotional, helpful, crazy little boy that we can’t imagine our lives without.
There’s not a day that goes by that I don’t reflect on how lucky I am to have him in my life. Much like the pregnancy I had with his sister, I had a rough one with him too. I almost lost him at 17 weeks when I started leaking amniotic fluid. There was talk by the doctor that if it didn’t stop, and got worse, I would have to think about termination. I still remember how scared I was that I would lose my baby after trying for so many years to have another. Luckily, I didn’t.
And if you look at him now, you could never tell that I almost lost him.
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Happy Birthday, Little Man.
I love you so very much. Here’s to another fun-filled, adventurous year.
Love,
Momma