Two years ago today, you were inside me — and then you weren’t.
Two years ago today, I wasn’t a mother — and then I was.
Two years ago today, you were in me and my life was my own, and then you came out into my life, and it’s been inevitably, irrevocably, incredibly changed by that one transcendent moment and all the millions of glorious, mundane, humbling, awesome moments that came after.
I so miss who you were, and I so enjoy who you are, and I can hardly wait to see who you will become.
My Boychick, my child, my little love: Thank you. I love you. Happy birthday.
Arwyn
In my bathroom hangs a plaque with a picture of a yin yang and the word BALANCE. I can never get it to hang straight. This probably says something deep and meaningful about my life.
Happy birthday to the boychick!
My Bertie will be two next month… it’s a cliché but the time really flies. I didn’t believe people at the beginning, when they told me!
Happy birthday to him and congratulations to you!
It’s an interesting to experience the joy of a child’s birthday. In a way, it’s a celebration of what we accomplished over the past year. Perhaps that changes as they age and have more independence.
such a sweet tribute! xo xo
Happy birthday sweet boy! happy happy birthing day mama!
That is so sweet.
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