Today is the birthday of my son. The first. A year ago, in the hospital after labor and cesarean section, I could hardly speak. I did of Toradol. I was giddy with happiness unknown pressed from behind the front to come out. A. I spoke with, my companion room, I tried to get up, I received flowers and visits with all possible grace, allowing infusion. It was hot.
Today is a beautiful day, cooler than a year ago. I'm at work, but will go out first. A house of my preparations are underway. Superbaby woke up this morning with a little 'cold. But when I started to sing "Happy Birthday to you," he laughed as he can do.
I love my son as I never imagined we could love.
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