You made all the delicate, inner parts of my body and knit me together in my mother’s womb. -Psalm 139:13 Two years ago today at 9:08 PM, a child was born; a child I would love more than life itself; a child with his own destiny and dreams. I gave birth to the most beautiful baby I have ever laid eyes on, he has changed my life completely, and has filled everyday with so much joy and happiness. All this week I have been reflecting on how truly a magical, miraculous and celebratory month July really is….and how lucky he is to have been born only five days before such an amazing grandpa, my daddy, who loved children like no one I ever met, and is patiently waiting to meet him on the other side. My little peanut was here 18 hours later on the 10th of July. All 7 lbs 11 oz and 20.1 inches of him. As I replay those events from two years ago, the memories come flooding back. Things I haven’t recalled for a long time are fresh. I awoke early this morning, realizing I had slept through the wee hours, like most of the country did two years ago. Most of the country was in dreamland….blissfully unaware of my laboring through the night and going to Mercy Hospital. It’s hard for me to believe that two years have flown by so quickly. It seems like only yesterday I was holding him in my arms for the first time, marveling at his little fingers, his sweet face, his chubby legs. He looked up at me and blinked and I was a goner. Everything I had just endured, inside room 502, was worth it and I would go through all that a thousand times over for my boy. At the same time it is crazy to think that it has only been two years. Our life, which was wonderful before him, has become somehow richer — in a way I couldn’t have imagined and can’t really explain. It is as though he was always meant to be here, and that we both knew it — we were just waiting for him to arrive.
My precious precious baby — What a year this has been for you, full of so many firsts and accomplishments for such a little boy. You’ve learned to walk, and then to run and to dance. You’ve learned to babble, and are now quite the chatty little man, although most of it sounds like Hindu. I love watching the enthusiasm with which you explore the world. You throw yourself into every new endeavor and you learn so quickly. Your joy is contagious. “Hi! Hi! Hi!” you shout at anyone you see, your smile huge, blue eyes twinkling. I see every joyful moment, all the sad ones, the tantrums, sleepless nights, the laughter, the pride, the big moments and the everyday ones. Every single milestone has been not only exciting, but as a parent I am always overjoyed and proud at the little things you say and do. When it comes to snuggling, I think you are a champion. You have bear hugs that raise the sun every morning and sweet, tender hugs which make the wind blow. I am completely and utterly wrapped around your little finger. I look at you now at 2 years old and I waver between beaming with pride at how far you’ve come and clinging desperately to the child you’re leaving behind. My gratitude is too profound, too huge to put into words. Everyday I have with you, I am so thankful. I close my eyes and say thank you God….You are a beautiful soul and I feel so blessed to have you in my life. I love you my little Brady boy more than I can put into words…I love your 10 little fingers, your 10 little toes, your cute little button nose, your 2 beautiful almond shaped eyes, your adorable and infectious smile that makes me melt every time I see it, but most of all I love that you are mine and I am yours. Happy, Happy, Happy Birthday to my beautiful boy, my one and only.