One year ago today, after 17 hours of hard (ok, not that hard, I got the epidural like 10 minutes after getting to the hospital) labor, my baby came into this world, crying and red faced and kind of slimy...... he was by far the most beautiful sight I had ever seen. Seriously, not to get all mushy and sappy, I never really knew what love was until L came into it. I mean real, unconditional, from-the-moment-I-set-eyes-on-you-I-would-take-a-bullet-for-you kind of love. If your a mama, you know exactly what I'm talking about. It's hard to describe or put into words. It's loving someone so much even when you are elbow deep in poopy diapers, even when they are screaming for now apparent reason and you can't seem to comfort them, even when it's 3am and you are so tired you think you might die and all you want them to do is sleep...... you still love them unconditionally and without any limits.
So today was L's first birthday (If you hadn't guessed that already) and unfortunately S and I both had to work. But I still woke him up this morning by singing "Happy Birthday" and he got a big "birthday" greeting at daycare. After work I picked him up and we ran some errands to pick up his bday presents and get him a cupcake for dessert tonight. His actually birthday party is going to be on Saturday, but I still wanted him to have some presents to open and a cake and candle to blow out tonight.
I also made S and I a delicious (in my opinion) dinner of grilled steak sandwiches and picked up a bottle of wine, because today is really a say for us to celebrate too.
After the cupcake and a much needed bath it was time for presents. Please excuse the absolutely horrible wrapping jobs of the presents in the white paper. First of all, as I went to wrap his presents I realized the only wrapping paper i had was pink or Christmas... so I opted to turn the pink paper inside out. Second, it is really, really hard to wrap a V-tech helicopter-thing-a-ma-bob. I thought about just sticking it in a bag, but I wanted him to be able to rip the wrapping paper off his presents.
It was a great day, if not slightly bittersweet for me. On one hand I am so proud and happy of my little man, but on the other I just cannot believe it has been one year, and that he is no longer my little newborn. It's really true what people say about time just flying by, and I want to make sure that take in every single moment with L as he grows.
So happy birthday, my darling baby boy. I love you more then words can express. Thank you for letting me be your mommy, I am so lucky.