My little Dude is 5 years old today.
Those of you who read my blog on a regular basis know what a friggin' sap I can be around milestones. Today is no different. I have a nice pit in my stomach and a big ol' lump in my throat. He is five...
The day he was born was one of the best in my life.
I remember both Starchy and I being so dang excited to finally get to meet him. Labor took a little longer than I expected and was DEFINITELY a lot more painful then I had planned for.
But the moment I laid eyes on him...I was done for.
He was the most beautiful baby I had ever seen (disclaimer: I think I was suffering from new mommy euphoria, because looking back at pictures I can now see he looked more like the bald Stooge).
The nurses wanted to take him from me to check him over and I remember thinking "No need ladies...my little man is perfect". If I would have been a cartoon I would have had two little hearts where my eyes should have been. I was smitten.
I can honestly say with every ounce of my being, that five years later I feel the exact same way.
The Dude, thank you for being my little man. I am so proud of the thoughtful, generous boy you are growing up to be.
Happy Birthday, I love you from the bottom of my heart.