Will I ever make it home....: Four

Will I ever make it home....

Saturday, April 28, 2007

Four

Happy Birthday, my dear sweet child.

You are no longer a baby. You are officially a kid.

And I am trying so hard not to cry.

Four years ago, I met you for the first time. I heard you cry, I smelled you, I felt you in my arms. You were no longer a flutter inside of me. You were a seperate being. Your little red face, you tousled black hair, your silky soft skin. All the things I expected and more. We danced to our song, and I smiled down at you as you craddled yourself in my arms. My heart was full of wonder, love, and a sense of completeness.

Four years ago, I watched over you as you slept. I made sure you had enough sustenance in your belly. I carefully changed you. I was amazed by you. And what my body had created. I fell in love for the first time. And boy was it hard. In the course of the past four years, I have marvelled at your growing pace, your infectious laughter, and your silly nature. I have also yelled, spanked, and grown frustrated with you. But there was always that nurturing love behind it all.

Four years ago, I felt the greatest pain, and the most infectious joy.

Four years ago, today: you were born.

I love you, Gabriel. Happy Birthday!

posted by The Devil @ 9:41 AM

2 Comments:

At 10:35 PM, thtgrl said…

mine turned 10 on the 22nd.

i am old.

that is all.

happy birthday to the little one!
At 11:36 PM, Rainypete said…

Happy Birthday Gabriel! My daughter turned four at the end of March. The time it dies fly doesn't it?