This past weekend I became the mother of a 2 year old boy. As I do with every big milestone Wes has had I looked back at the time we’ve been blessed to have with him and tried to remember all of the things.
The way his first cries sounded.
The way he looked when I first saw him.
The days and nights that we spent in the hospital after his delivery.
The days and months that we had in our old house in Colorado.
The frantic 4 weeks of finding out we were moving from Denver to Little Rock.
The first steps and first words and hundreds of tiny little firsts in between.
The smiles and giggles, the joy and laughter.
The frustration and fears.
The first swims and first snows.
The first hug. The first kiss.
Between his birth 2 years ago and now there have been millions of little moments that I wish could stay forever. But with each passing moment my love for him grows stronger and fiercer. I didn’t know I could be capable of this much love – for both my husband and my son. That there could be so much joy in one little body. I didn’t know that being a mother would be the thing in life that made me ME, that made me feel like I am exactly as I should be.
These past two years have been amazing in every way, and I am so thankful that I was chosen to be the mommy of the sweetest little boy in the world. Weston, happy birthday my sweet man. You make us happier than we ever thought possible, and we love you more than we could ever say!
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