Seven years ago, I gave birth to my first beautiful baby boy. It was a Tuesday morning, and I was exhausted from being up all night in labor. I almost didn’t get to see or hold you right away because they wanted to go and check you in the NICU. You had the cord wrapped around your neck twice, and needed a little help getting all the way out.
But, I did get to hold you before they took you away. I needed to see you up close. I just couldn’t imagine what you would look like.
Looking into those beautiful eyes, I said, “Hi. I’m your mommy. I love you very much.”
I really couldn’t believe we made you. I sometimes still can’t.
You are smart, funny, sensitive, and sometimes shy at first. Once you are comfortable, you like to talk. You are always thinking, and always questioning things. Sometimes, actually most of the time, I don’t even have answers for you. And this is at seven! I can’t even imagine what seventeen will be like.
I also can’t wait to see what crazy things you invent or amazing things you build. You have the best and wildest imagination.
You’re silly and creative. Sweet and thoughtful. Mr. B, you’re a beautiful artist, and a wonderful storyteller. You give the best cuddles and you will always be my biggest snuggler (I hope!)
I know the day will come when you don’t crawl onto my lap or want to hold my hand, but I hope that doesn’t come anytime soon. You still even like to have me carry you.
I love you more than I can ever tell you. I hope you have the best birthday!
Happy, happy birthday, and cheers to you Mr. B! May seven be an awesome year!