Y'all. This precious little face is three today...
I just can't fathom it. Wasn't it just last night that I was lying in that bed in the hospital? Up all night with back labor while my husband snoozed next to me on the pathetic excuse for a sofa. I can still remember that obnoxious clock opposite the bed. And the awful wallpaper.
I remember wondering what he would look like. If he would like me. How our lives were going to change. I was so anxious. So excited. So scared.
But then I remember holding him those first few moments. It was everything.
And I held him last night. And it was everything. He's sweet and silly and smart. He jabbers your ear off and hugs your neck so hard. He loves everything. Everything, I mean it.
His little spirit is so big. He imagination is so giant.
We've been through so much with this little fellow and he's worth it a thousand fold. I'm absolutely honored to be his momma.
I hope his day today is perfect. I hope every day he has is perfect.
Happy birthday, sweet Jake. We love you to the moon and back!