fanfare, drum roll! We fibrillation: Thursday Superbaby is one year old! We will make a feast, a house of my parents (who have a garden and feel the weather - checked 5 sites - the time will assist us) with family, friends and cakes, pizza, balloons and flags. I'm so excited, a lot of messed up, my mom is paranoid and yet continues to enchant with certain thoughts.
I think a year ago I thought I was still missing two weeks of arrival SB. I think of how I felt happy and scared, almost frantic to do things (like going to the movies) that for a while 'I could no longer do. I think of that night so strange when the contractions came unexpected, the surprise I felt when the hospital told me 'will come soon', the small bed in the delivery room and when I picked up the first time, lifting Plan the cradle of the nursery. I think the first day him, breast-feeding, the dawn seen rising from the roof when he had finally fallen asleep, his appointment with the scale on Sunday, the doors at the end of winter has slipped away in a flash. I think his first smile, a morning on the Latvian, resting on my lap after a feed, the rompers size 62 good present by his aunts, which seemed huge and now are so small. I think the first time that SB has slept eight hours, I nursed him at dinner when I think of the pump and the hours that allowed me to escape with the help of my mom. I think when we passed the bed and put away the cradle, when he had very little hair, the first baths that terrorized him, and now would like to never end. I think that I have never felt as alive now that he is with us. And I'm melting pot in the emotion that I felt the first time I embraced it, clinging stubbornly still warm sleep on me. Still beyond me all this love that continues to flow, unstoppable, different every day, every day. A how everything has changed, as everything seems to be a lot more sense than before, as now seems impossible (perhaps there is no time?) Indulge in that sadness that sometimes grips me. I think that I can not thank enough and I have a little 'fear that this moment of grace ends. But there will always be other ways to rejoice.
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