Saturday, January 16, 2010
As we celebrate you on your birthday, I am flooded with memories of those first few weeks of getting to know each other. Like when I looked into your eyes for the first time, when you nursed every 40 minutes all day and night, when you fell asleep warmed by the blue lights, and when you had your first bath at home. I remember all those sleepy, dark, winter nights, feeling a sense of not knowing what to do when you cried, and yet, trusting it would all be ok. I remember when your dad and I would stare at your sweet face and breathe in your sweet scent, and cry with complete joy and wonderment.