Happy Birthday, Sweet Pea!

My Dearest, Baby Boy:

Seven whole years have passed since Dr. Martas sliced Mommy open with a scalpel … and yanked you out.

At this time, 7 years ago, I was laying up in a hospital bed, numb from the waste down and waiting for the next steps …

It was a happy and exciting day for many reasons:

For starters! You were being delivered that day!  Six weeks earlier than your due date.

Good thing, too, because Mommy just hated being pregnant … Don’t get me wrong – it was such an easy pregnancy.  No morning sickness … no weird cravings or things hanging from Mommy’s orifices ….

But, there just isn’t anything altogether ‘fun’ about being pregnant …

Secondly, you were coming by c-section and Mommy didn’t have to do a thing but sign a waiver, lie back and relax …

None of this ‘pushing‘ or ‘hard laboring‘ stuff …  You were such an easy and considerate baby right from the beginning!

You were and will forever remain, the cutest baby boy I have EVER laid eyes on …

You should know … that …

No matter how big you grow … Mommy will forever see you as that little 5lb chunk of heaven …

No matter how deep your voice gets … Mommy will only ever hear the tiny, baby voice you speak with now …

No matter how pronounced your speech becomes … Mommy will still hear ‘VENG-tah-bulls” when you’re trying to say ‘vegetables’ …

No matter how much you age … Mommy will not be able to see you older than your 7th year …

No matter how heavy you get … Mommy will risk a serious spinal injury to carry you, if only for just a few seconds …

And, even though I know it won’t happen, Mommy will continue to beg the Universe to keep you little … just a tiny bit longer …

Happy Birthday, Sweet Pea!

Forever,

The Loving Mommy