Seven.

Seven years ago today I became a mother.  And here it is, 10:20 p.m. The party is long over, and I’m half-past exhausted, but I had to take a minute just to say how thankful I am for that baby boy.  Who now does not at ALL resemble a baby!  My big guy.

I had a difficult experience when Joshua was born.  In fact, I don’t even really like to talk about it.  Bobby and I agree that it was at the time, the best day and the worst day of our lives all at the same time.  But God is good, and each year I lose more of the bad memories and feel more of the joy of that day.  Of the first time I knew what it meant to risk, and to love without expecting anything in return.  And the truth is, I’d do it 100 times over if I had to, because I got a healthy, amazing, sweet, smart little boy out of the deal.

To my Joshua, I love you baby boy.  You are everything I could have hoped for in a son.  And I will always love you with my whole heart, no matter what.  I couldn’t possibly be prouder of you, my sweetheart.  I love being your mommy.