six years ago today my life completely changed. for ever. for good. at 3:06 on the morning of october 7, 2002, i gave birth to my first child. a perfect, beautiful little boy. six and a half pounds, nineteen or so inches. tiny. huge.
i had no idea what i was in for. neither the crushing love i’d feel for this being i’d never before met – nor the crushing exhaustion that accompanies it. (i have never been so tired in my life. i never even thought it possible to be so tired. so trite, but soooo true. you mamas know what i’m talking about).
and today, he’s 6. six. SIX. my first baby is six and i am floored by that. i am writing this as i sit next to him in the kitchen. he’s putting together a 482 piece lego set that he got for his birthday. we’re hanging out. it’s so cool.
happy birthday, bug. i love you endlessly.
one day old:
one year old:
two years old:
three years old:
four years old:
five years old:
and now, six: