Let me tell yall a true love story... 8 years ago, I met my son for the first time and I remember it like it was yesterday. I carried him with me for 9 months prior to that day, and savored every moment. It wasnt an easy pregnancy, but I was blissfully happy that I was going to have a son. I remember the fear I had in the delivery room because I was not getting an epidural. I thought my child was literally going to be the death of me. Poor Mike didnt know whether to come or go because I was telling him to leave and putting him in a death-grip headlock when he tried to. But, it all went off without a hitch and the single most gratifying moment was when I saw him for the first time. He was blue-ish and absolutely perfect. I cried and cried when they put him on my chest. At that moment, all of my hopes and dreams for him came flooding into my mind. Its like I watched a movie of his life in my head. I made a promise to myself to never let him feel unloved. Little did I know he would grow to be the handsome, intelligent, loving young man he is today. Not a day goes by that he doesnt tell me he loves me. And if I dont hear him, he says it again. He takes me on dates. He respects people. He values family. He is an amazing child and he makes me so proud that I am crying now as I write this. I know he is going to leave a mark in this world. Things have changed for our family. It looks different now. But the constant is love. I know he knows he is loved! He has been such a huge help during this whole transition of divorce. I am one lucky woman to have such amazing little humans and I am humbled by them daily. Happy Birthday, Brayden. Mama loves you!
Posted on: Wed, 05 Mar 2014 04:53:57 +0000
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