I was tired, and it hurt, and I was ready for it to be over.
And just when I thought I couldn't take it anymore, I heard the doctor say: "Look down! Look at your son."
And there he was, so familiar, and I collapsed back onto the pillows and thought to myself, of course he looks like that. What else would he look like? It was so obviously our son that I couldn't fathom ever wondering what he would look like. He was himself, all 8 pounds of him. And he was getting cleaned up, and I was getting cleaned up, and there he was wrapped tighly in a little blanket, in Husband's arms. I watched as the man I married became a father, felt my heart get a little bigger as I became a mother, as we became a family of three.
Happy Birthday Little Man. May you always feel the love we had for you then and have for you now.
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