That I would imagine every worst case scenario?
That I would cry over a first smile?
Tremble with frustration.
Yell like my mother.
Hear my mother in my voice?
Beam with pride over a lost tooth.
Bite my husband while in labor?
Get peed, pooped, and puked on.
Dry tears of sadness followed by scolding his madness.
Love sleeping with him. Not even mind being kissed by his morning breath.
Think about him every other moment of each and every day.
Wish him to be old.
Wish him to be young.
Wonder how that even tastes good?
Not care if he uses my toothbrush.
Irritated if he ruins my chapstick.
Scold my husband for being a crabby daddy but turn around and do worse.
Love the sound of his laughter.
Dance parties are a must.
Time outs are often.
Just some random thoughts as I think back to the day Anthony was born and I had NO idea what was in store for me. Beginning with labor. Today he turns 6 years old. SIX. My baby is six years old and even though I keep saying it I just cannot believe it. There are days I wish him to be 18 and there are days I wish him to be a newborn.
As you are growing up you hear the adults repeatedly say that it just goes by way too fast. It really does. It feels like yesterday that Erik and I were in the hospital room shaking with the unknown. There is just no way to prepare a new parent with what is to come. I often tell people that you really don't know what life is all about until you have a child, for me that is really when I started living and seeing the big picture. You look at everything with such a different perspective, your life is not about you anymore and it never will be again.
I would not trade all that comes with for ANYTHING in this world.
Happy Birthday Anthony!! Congrats on getting that big boy tooth out and for literally not being hit by a bus this week. Just know that I am here for you no matter what but be patient with me because I am only human. We are going to take this ride one day at a time and enjoy it. I love you buddy! xoxo
