Nine Years

And so it began...  Nine years ago today, my life began.

It was nine years ago today that I was laying in bed, trying to sleep, when I was awoken at 2 am with the feeling that I'd pissed the bed.  WRONG (thank GOD)!

My baby was ready to make his entrance.  Sorta...  It wasn't until 6 days later that he'd be forced out of the comfy cocoon that he and I made for his short stay inside my tummy.  It was a scary 6 days, full of worry and wonder - worrying if my baby would be alright (I was apparently six weeks early) and wonder about what my baby would look like!

He came out all squishy faced and perfect.  I wouldn't change a darn thing about my chunky monkey!

Even today, nine years later, he continues to astound and amaze me, and make me probably the luckiest, proudest momma in the whole entire world.  Whether he's calling me an alien, or telling me that he's going to be in the Olympics when he's an adult; whether he's coming home in tears because a kid called him fat, or coming home with a big smile on his face, saying, "Mommy, I got a light blue card today!"; whether he has my back, or is fighting against me; he's the best little boy I've ever known.  The most loving, compassionate, caring, funny, amazing person in my life, and I'm proud to say he is my best friend.

Happy almost birthday, Boo.  Love you!
xoxo
Mommy