One year. A year. Already. I was prepared to be overwhelmed by the love I would feel for my little Adam. I was unprepared for what fear would feel like. Stark, paralyzing, heart wrenching fear that something, anything could happen to my little boy. It scares the hell out of me, but I've never felt so alive. To love like this...to have such a wonderful, funny, smart (oh, she can go on and on and on) little boy. And to think, it almost wasn't.
One year. On Wed. One year ago. My little boy. My funny little bad boy who warns me before he does something he's not supposed to..."no, no, no" (pronounced "nyah, nyah, nyah") with a shaking of the head and a wagging of the finger. Whose little eyes squint like his Mommy's and whose skin color is ridiculously tan like his Daddy's. My little boy who walks like a little Frankenstein with arms extended and points to every person, in every picture as "Mama." My avocado loving and paper eating sweet boy.
Sigh.
One year.
5 comments:
A year??! Yikes!! Happy birthday, Adam! : )
I get the fear. I think the more fiercely you love something (someone), the scarier it is to think about it (them) going away. I try not to think about it.
That is one cute little boy you have their. Happy birthday, Adam! And congrats on making it through the first year, Melanie!
Happy Birthday Adam! You are a miracle!
Oh, such a sweet boy ... Happy Birthday, Adam! Congratulations, Mama!
And hey, at least he says your name ... my little guy insisted everyone was "daddy" in the photos, including me, for the longest time.
Congratulations, so many congratulations - on making it through the first year, on creating such a gorgeous and amazing creature, on all of it.
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