Today Mac is 9. Since he was the first baby, whenever he has a birthday, I think about how many years I've been a mother. It seems like a lifetime ago that we went to the hospital to have him, at 1:00 in the morning -- even though he wasn't born until 8:30. I remember looking at him and feeling the greatest attachment...and it has only grown. He is at once that beautiful round-headed little baby and also this nine-year-old boy. He is happy, filled with a sense of contentment, sometimes silly, usually questioning and reasoning. He still loves trains, Playmobil figures and running around in the yard with a sword. He loves routine and home.
He is my home. All those years ago when I first held him, it was just the beginning. Happy Birthday my darling boy.
