Two Years Ago

I am repeating this post from Jack's birthday last year, because it absolutely still rings true for me.

Two years ago,

"At 7:34, Jack Eugene Stewart entered the world, weighing 9 pounds, 1.4 ounces and was 20 and 3/4 inches long. He was very healthy and happy and just perfect. His daddy went to the nursery with him while I got stitched back up and sent to recovery. After an hour in recovery, I was taken to my postpartum suite to wait and wait and wait for Jack to come out of the nursery. Finally, around 11, they wheeled him in and I was able to get my hands on him! He's gorgeous and perfect and everything I've ever dreamed of."

I couldn't have known then that that last sentence would be one that I would repeat aloud, and especially in my head, millions of times, daily. In his first year, I have witnessed miracle after miracle as he has grown before my very eyes, discovered so many things in the world that surrounds him, changed from a helpless infant into a walking, talking, climbing machine and continued to be the little boy that had been my dream.

I have said before that he has been the gift that gave my life purpose, and he is. I knew the moment I first saw him, just like I know right now, that I was born, put on this earth, to be his mother.

To hold his hand when he needs it held, and to let go when necessary. To comfort him when he cries, and to leave him alone. To teach him, and to learn from him. To love him, and be loved by him.

Happy 2nd Birthday, my Little Man Jack.