My baby boy is 9 years old today. On a Wednesday morning in 1998, at 10:02 AM, my 10 pound baby boy entered the world. He was perfect.
When I was growing up and imagining myself as a mother, I always pictured girls in my future. When I found out I was having a boy, I was a bit nervous. How would I relate to a boy or connect with a boy? As soon as he was put in my arms, all my fears disappeared.
The picture is of him realizing the present he is opening is a new hockey helmet. He couldn’t get the paper off fast enough!
Happy birthday, Little Man! I love you!
A birthday is just the first day of another 365 day trip around the sun. Enjoy the trip! ~ Author Unknown