Two years ago today, I remember trying for twenty-six hours to bring my son into the world, only to have a stranger come in and do it in under 30 minutes. I turned my head, and the first view I had of Ben was him lifting himself up on all fours on the table as the nurse did those things nurses do when babies are born.
I remember expecting him, as a newborn, to be tinier and more fragile than he actually was. At almost 9 1/2 pounds, he was just barely under my approved weight limit for what I could safely lift and carry for the next 6 weeks.
Driving down to Colorado with my new son, my husband, and my in-laws was one of the most challenging experiences of my life, but one that has given me some of the best memories. In two years, I have learned about multi-tasking, sensory overload, self-sacrifice, what real messes are, how to clean in record time, and the importance of personal devotional time and coffee.
And family. I don't know how single moms do it. I wouldn't have made it this far without our parents, sisters, brothers, aunties & uncles, best friends, new friends, grandparents, and of course, my husband.
Benjamin is two today. He knows the entire alphabet by sight, and can name over half the letters. He loves ducks and books, and of all his toys, he plays the most with his ball and Mr. Potato Head.
Music is by far his most favorite thing in the world, second only to going outside. His favorites are Loreena McKennitt and the fiddler from the group Celtic Woman. Shortly after walking (at about a year), he began running, then jumping, and spinning.
He has danced to music ever since he was able to bounce on his tummy. He is strong, stubborn, intelligent, and has his own mind about things.
He gives me a bad headache just about every day, which I get over during his long stretches of (thank you Jesus) sleep.
And I love him more than anything else in the world.
Happy Birthday, Baby!