The anticipation of meeting someone new is so stressful. Will they like me, will I say or do the wrong things? Am I good enough? Seven years ago this wonderful little person came in to my life, he cried his way in to the world and continued to cry for months and months (colic reared its ugly head at us and would not let go for six months). He was a little orange at first, of course I thought he had a tan like my husband, the nurses had a few giggles over that one. He spent two weeks in the NICU, I think I cried every single day of those two weeks because I was afraid that he would never come home with us. But he did. He is my sunshine, he is sometimes a little grumpster, he is my straight A student, he is my little helper, he is the smile that greets me at 3:00pm every day when he comes home from school, he stole my heart.
It was so hard when he was born to ever think past those first few rough days when he was sick to even think that things would be ok and that he would be the strong, smart, funny little boy that he is today. I didn’t know that he would end up with these beautiful curls that make people stop us in the grocery store. I didn’t know that he would tell me that he thinks I’m pretty every day, I didn’t know that he would want to hold my hand when we walk in to a store.
He loves pizza, Sponge Bob, Star Wars, dessert, Disneyland, sand, dirt, trains, costumes, surf boards, asking questions, talking about his limo business he’s going to have when he grows up and hats.
Today we celebrate his seventh birthday, my sweet baby boy Spencer. What a wonderful seven years it has been with him in my life. Happy Birthday to my little prince! Oh and it’s also Talk Like A Pirate Day too!
(just kidding!)
by Angela
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