Monday, October 02, 2006
I know you have heard of the moment I found out I was carrying your life in my body.
I know you have heard of the moments after your birth when you weren't breathing on your own, and we didn't hear you cry for 7-8 minutes.
I know you have heard of your first steps taken as you were watching Teletubbies.
I know you have heard how for quite some time, you referred to yourself only by your last name.
I know you have heard all about the first smiles, the first laughs, the first time you slept through the night, and the first tooth.
I know you have heard the stories of how you would love to get a bowl full of fresh snow, and sit on the kitchen floor with a big spoon and eat it.
I know you have heard us tell you countless times how much we love you.
But I don't think you have heard me tell you how much my life was changed at 12:19 in the morning on this date in 1998.
Happy Eighth Birthday, sweet, sweet child.
I'm a mom of three peeps ... Queen Bee, The Door Man, and the Chandelier Monkey, and wife to Ace, the Helpful Hardware Man. I created this space to get away from the people known as my inlaws, and because life with three kids and a hubby is all Unexplored Territory.
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