July 5th 2003 was a very special day. I don't remember it the same way I recall the rushed entrance of my youngest, but I could never forget the night I lay awake in the hospital bed across from this magnificent little creature (whose pinky, bruised head I could not even see) my son. The first year was amazing. Here are a few highlights:
1) he slept through the night (8+ hours) at two months
2) he ate solid foods at 4 1/2 months
3) he walked at 9 months
4) he talked clearly in articulate, complex sentences at 21 months
5) his smile has always been, and remains angelic
Since then age 1 through 5 are almost a blur now, they went by so quickly it seems... his brother was born when he was about 28 months old (another STORY!!); he spent 13 months home full-time with me on maternity leave; he went to pre-school, swimming lessons, soccer, hockey, and just recently completed Kindergarten.
My first born now wants to "be a paleontologist, get a PhD in Zoology, and be an artist" when he gets older. He loves me more than anything and continually shares the most thoughtful, caring and kind compliments and admiration (Why am I so lucky?). He teaches me something every day; both facts about dinosaurs and little gems about the world through his eyes.
He is a wonder, a caring old soul, a piece of heaven, a truly amazing child whose smile can melt your heart. His sincere, compassionate nature is rare. I can only beam with pride that I had anything to do with that!
"Happy Birthday, Sweetheart. Like I have told you before, July 5th marks one extremely special day, an incomparable day - that day I became a mother. For six years now I have been Your Mom.
Love,
Mom"
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