I appreciate everyone’s responses to my previous post. I found myself thinking about this for several weeks and just Monday, when we were able to see the little man who is making his June debut, it became a solidified fear. The day we found out we were having a boy, I was not only thrilled beyond belief but terrified to a catatonic state. He became real. He became mine. He became both a symbol of struggle and happiness.
He also reminded me of the answer to the question Laura asked in response to my aforementioned post:
Why we would do this all over again…..
(Video taken in poor light on our p.o.s. camera. LB is three and a half months old here. Also? Next time? Turn off the farking TV. Jeeeze.)
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That is darling! Yes. I can absolutely see why you did it again.
Ah, she’s adorable! I can’t believe how much she has grown!
adorable video. Made me laugh.
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Awww. Pure sweetness!
Awwwwwwww!
Well good morning to you too.
What a way to start my day! Thanks
Sweet and funny. Of course, that’s partly why we do this.
And as I sit here reading, I look down at the 6 week old in my lap giving me on of his first gummy smiles…PURE JOY.
And then the toddler comes in with two fistfuls of Q-tips….Reality!
fun!
Such sweetness!!
what a little hug!
I laughed. I cried. It became a part of me!!
Thanks for the reminder, because at the “enough freedom to be happy” state that I’ve gotten to, I’ve often wondered why I’m doing this again myself. (And truly…I’m actually really excited.)
Okay…enough of me filling up your inbox with comments today