Water Boy turned two years old today. It’s hard to wrap my mind around it. How did he go from this little baby to that grown up boy in the picture to the left?
He is so smart, and curious, and has absolutely no fear. He’s rowdy, but so kind and gentle. He is adorable, and knows it. Probably a little spoiled, but we’ll live. He is so ready to get out in the world and see and touch and just do everything.
I never knew I could love someone as much as I love him. I think about him first before all others, including myself.
I could go on living, painfully, without Stillmog. But without my son, I don’t think I could continue going through the motions.
I was so incredibly lucky to have him, the odds were continually stacked against us. Surgeries, medications, pre-term labor, bad doctors, and a birth experience that I’m still not completely over, two years later. But so, so worth it.
Happy birthday, baby, I love you so much.