Happy Birthday Little Buddah!

At 6:31 a.m. you came screaming into the world. (don't all birthday posts start out that way?!) You sent me to the hospital wearing a nighty, fleece sweatpants, grey sweatshirt, black hat, scarf, and fur coat...need I remind you that it was 20 below 0 in the middle of winter?? We were living in Iowa for crying out loud!! It took me 15 minutes just to get undressed once I was at the hospital...I was hurting so bad that I tried to bite your daddy's hand. It just looked so tender, like I could bite right through and ease some of my pain...that is until your daddy stuffed a wool scarf in my mouth (and anyone who knows me, knows that I cannot stand cotton, let alone to have wool placed in my mouth!!) What a relief when you were finally placed in my arms.

Four years later, you still have me wearing pajama pants and sweatshirts as I drive you to school while the sun is coming up...my hair is usually a mess and I have no makeup hiding my sleepy eyes. So much time has passed, and yet I still have no shame when it comes to being a mother!

I watched you unwrap the $4 of dimes your grandma and grandpa sent this morning, and I was so proud! You didn't fuss one time, you were patient, asked for help, and succeeded in getting every last one of those "stuck dimes" off the tape and into your little bank. You have grown so much, no just physically but emotionally as well. Some things don't come easy for you, in fact, they are down right infuriating to your sweet little spirit. But as I sit back and watch your growth and development unfold, I am filled with pride and utmost satisfaction at the accomplishments you are making every day.

I love your snuggles, I love your kisses, I love to hear your sweet voice when you say, "mommy I love you, snuggle me in my bed". I love the silly made up words you use. I love the way you line up all your animals on the livingroom floor. I love how the simple things in life make you so happy; a bowl of popcorn, a new horse from the Dollar Store, a glow stick at night, a walk outside, songs on the "ba-que-ter", and farting noises with your lips. I love that you are named after your Papa, he is an amazing man. You have his eyes, his determination, and his tender heart. You have his legacy, and I couldn't be more proud!

I love you, I love you, I love you.
Lullabies and Kisses,
mommy
xxoo