"Please let me come with you!!"
After weeks on bed rest, I was desperate to get out, even if just for a ten minute trip to the supermarket to get pancake mix for our romantic Valentine's Day dinner of heart shaped pancakes.
"Sure", said Scott, as I waddled back to our bedroom to throw on the only shoes that still fit my swollen feet. He was standing at the bedroom doorway chatting with me as I sat down to put on the shoes, when WHOOSH! Water poured all over our bedroom floor. We both looked at each other and laughed that panic-stricken laugh that says "Holy Shnikes! This is happening!"
Long story short, 24 hours of labor later, our baby boy was born and we became Mommy and Daddy. That was 10 years ago today (and tomorrow, which is his birthday).
This year it seems a little more sentimental to me.
My baby is hitting double digits. He is starting to look so old to me, tall and thin, with features just like his daddy. Yet, I can still see my baby in those big beautiful brown eyes, and in that tiny dimple when he smiles at me. My heart melts every time he smiles at me.
My mother always told me that celebrating my kids' birthdays would always be even better than celebrating my own. She was right. I love remembering the moments leading up to their births, and sharing it with them. Scotty still enjoys hearing the story of his birth.
I pray he always will.
I love you more every single day, Scotty boy.
I couldn't be more proud of you.
Keep smiling, my love,