Eleven years ago, on this day, at 1:06pm, I gave birth to the light of my life.
The nurses quickly named him “Red”, as he was born with a full head of hair which looked red. When dry, though it turned out to be blonde, and to this day, The Boy’s hair looks red when wet, and blonde when dry.
He was a tiny little thing, just under 5 1/2 pounds, and took his sweet time coming into this world. I had to roll up the sleeves on his tiny newborn-sized clothes, he was so small.
The other day (probably the day I had to buy him size 4 shoes!), I asked The Boy what had happened to my little baby, the one I could fit on my forearm. He said, “Mom, it’s just life. It’s the life cycle. I’m growing!” I said, “Well, you will always be my baby, no matter how much you grow, right?” and he said, “Yes, I’ll always be your baby.”
Happy Birthday, Little Man!