Ian turns 10 today.
Older than his Dad now. (Leap year dad)
I'm not really sure how this has happened.
Just yesterday he was flying around on a big wheel in a card board box
with wings being Buzz Lightyear.
This week I started thinking about the past 10 years and then I started to imagine
what the next 10 will bring for Ian.
What will his friendships look like?
What will he be passionate about?
What will he do for fun?
What will he fight for?
I decided not to think about it long.
What I have thought about often this week is a memory I have no pictures of.
It was June 1.
Late in the evening . . . probably about 10:00pm.
The hospital room had cleared out of visitors.
The lights were dim and I was cozy in bed.
Jason had stepped out for the first time and it was me and this little boy.
It's one of those intimate memories that I hold so dear to my heart.
My first moments alone - me and him - mother and son.
It was a conversation that will forever be in my heart.
Now and ten years from now.
I love you Ian.
Happy Tenth Birthday !!
Your feet might be bigger than mine and you might pass me in height soon but you will always be my baby.
And I have a feeling you will always be funny and silly.
Here's to celebrating YOU today.