8 Years

Your cries were tiny as you gasped your first breathes of air. They lay you beside my head and I cried at how beautiful you were. Unlike some new mommies who worry that they will not love their new babies when they finally arrived, I already knew and felt tremendous love for you as you grew in my belly. Yet I was not prepared to feel that love increase a thousand fold and grow so firmly cemented the moment you quieted, turned your face to me and opened your eyes wide at the sound of my voice.

“Hello my little pumpkin…”

8 years later I wonder where the time went. That you grew so quickly from a tiny little person I could hold the entirety of in one arm, to the boy who will be towering over me in a few years. Your first smile, first laugh, first steps. The sighing sound you made as you nursed. The way you would look up at me and smile when I sang your lullabies. The way you cried one night a few years ago when I sang you to sleep because you were so touched by the words. I remember it all with the utmost clarity because it all has to do with you.

I am so proud of the person you are becoming. And I love you more than completely each day if that’s possible at all.

Happy birthday pumpkin…