Hopeful Housewife

It was eight years ago today that my life was given true perspective. I finally knew what vulnerability was. What complete humility felt like. The sensation of purpose. The ability to grasp the true beauty of the human body, as well as the complete euphoria that one can feel when in the presence of God and his miracles.

It took you 45 hours to come out of there…maybe the longest 2 days of my life, and not because labor=agony, but because I was so ready to meet you that it seemed like a cruel scenario to be in.

The first time I held you was the first time I realized the magnitude of your existance. One would think that this would come during pregnancy, but it didn’t for me. The first time I looked into your eyes, I realized that my happiness now depended on the well being of another human. A human I grew in my womb and nutured for nine months. A little creature that your Daddy and I lovingly called “the dolphin”. The same little creature that kept us up late at night simply because we wanted to sit in silence and watch you move in my belly.

You were named when we were 2 months pregnant. I didn’t need a girls name, I knew you were a boy. It was such a joy to call you by name for months before you were even in our arms.

You and I have grown together in so many ways in the last 8 years. You’ve overcome more than some adults I know, and you may never know how much I admire your strength and character. You inspire me to be a better person, Gavin.

You make waking up in the morning so much easier.

You make the beautiful things in the world so much brighter and more vibrant.

You make me smile.

A lot.

I love you, and I’m proud of what you’re becoming. You’re going to be an amazing man one day…I’m sure it will come sooner than I realize.

All I ask is that you never forget how much I love you, even when you think I’m un-cool, out of touch, and “so totally lame”.

Happy Birthday my sweet baby boy. I’m proud of who you are.