15 years ago, this very day, my oldest son was born. I was in labor for 15 hours...Greg being my first baby, I didn't know what to expect. Labor was yucky--they gave me Demoral , which made me sick, and the breathing exercises didn't work (husband at the time wasn't as helpful as perhaps he could have been). Things got better when the epidural finally kicked in. Greg was born, and as the nurse carried him away, our eyes locked. I don't care what they say about babies not being able to focus--I know that we shared something magical, primal, connected, as we focused on each other. I will carry that image in my heart forever.
We're still close, and I still like him. I pray that he walks with our Father, and that he knows how much he is loved. (and lest anyone wonder, I do feel the same about his younger brother; it's just not his day today. He'll get his own post, I promise!) :)
Good luck in everything you do, my son. May you feel God's presence throughout your life.
Blessings and His peace.
Saturday, May 10, 2008
The big 1-5
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I've been journaling more years than I can remember and I always leave my journal and Bible on the coffee table for anybody to read. My boys always flip through the pages of my journals to their BD to see what I have written about them. It always makes me smile, and so did your post :0)
Hope you had a chance to spend some special moments with your "baby" boy. (I'll always call my kids my babies...even when it drives them crazy...).
Sorry we didn't get a chance to visit on Saturday. I didn't even know you had left.
Hope we can connect soon.
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