my boy turns 1

I keep looking at my watch today and thinking back to where I was a year ago...

5am -we were on our way to the hospital

11am- sitting in the labor and delivery room

6pm- had my epidural

9:25pm- holding my son for the first time

11:03pm as I write this- in a dark, quiet hospital room unable to sleep, gazing at his tiny face

we've celebrated Davy today and he deserves it. He's such a happy boy, loving and obedient. He fills our days with laughter and sloppy open mouthed kisses and messy living rooms.

presents from Grandma Bunn- he loved them

(and had a lot of help opening them)

Before we had children, when we were trying so hard to conceive, Justin came to me and told me about a dream that he'd had. He and I were kneeling around a bed saying family prayer before bedtime. And with us were two children in their pajamas. A girl, who was the older of the two with pretty blonde hair, and a little boy.

My purpose in writing this blog is sometimes for my Mom, or my friends, or Audrey's birth family. But mostly, it is for my children. When they read this in 5, or 10, or 20 years I need them to know that they are loved. so much. That they are wanted. That they matter. That they are meant to be mine and that they belong in our family and that I love being their mother.

David, you've been my constant companion for the past year (because you've demanded it :). My little sidekick. I've loved every minute of it. I am sad that you're getting older and aren't that tiny baby that I stared at all night a year ago, but I'm happy because you're growing and learning and I'm so proud of you. You're my son. My baby boy. I love you.

Happy Birthday

love, Mom