He forever changed our lives. He is sweet, gentle, kind, loving and amazing. He is happy, full of joy, loves Jesus, and loves people.
He makes me laugh. He makes me stop. He makes me enjoy every second of this life. I remember 3 and 4 a.m. feedings with him. At first it was the typical sleepy (and maybe grumpy) time of the night/morning that I knew was just part of the joy of having a baby. But then I actually looked forward to it. It was my time with him. He needed me. And I needed him, too. And I loved it. And when those 4 a.m. feedings were over, I grieved a little. Okay, a lot.
And then one day, 45 days before he turned 1, he stopped breast feeding, cold turkey. He was done. And I grieved. A lot.
My baby. He's a boy now.
Happy birthday, sweet Superman. Daddy and I love you more, most and forever!
Did I mention he likes to make lots of different facial expressions?
And show off his Spider-man, Superman and ninja skills?
(Darn iPhone photos. They are never good for me. I don't get it.)
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