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September 7,2011, 6 am – lying in bed nursing you just like I was a year ago at that time. But today it is just us and your Daddy in our Anthropologie covered bed. Then it was amidst Dr’s and nurses, beeping machines and IV tubes, hemmed in by white walls. Now you are so much bigger and I am healing, healthy, happy and strong. Then I was grateful and saturated with joy, but also broken, hurting and still very afraid. Forever I am your Mother, so thankful for that day. Forever you are my Jeremiah Asher, God’s promise to me when I laid your brother in the sea.
What a Happy Birthday precious Baby Man! You have come and healed our hearts with your joyous smile and golden hair. You are just so happy to be here and we are so thankful God has given you to us. I pray we can train you up in the way you should go. I pray that we will be united and able to give you all the love your little heart needs and desires!
Your day was a perfect day full of doing just our baby man would like to do. After dropping your brothers off at class we opened your walker and you helped Dad put it together. Your favorite ceptor so far was the screwdriver. We snuggled and giggled and batted balloons. Then it was off to the cafe where I ate my last pre Jeremiah meal at and where you watched birds as a bitty thing. You had a blast peeking at the birdies, inhaled half an avocado and tried to consume the shrubbery and Dad’s coffee 🙂 After a quick stop at the dog beach and an even speedier hike along the cliffs we picked up your bros. They couldn’t wait to get home and give you the cars they had picked out for you. Some more balloon mayhem ensued before a quick jump in the pool, complete with bubble blowing on the trip to and from.
A simple dinner and then cupcakes that you didn’t know quite what to do with. You gazed and patted and then finally sampled, deciding they were pretty tasty but more fun just to smear. We left the kitchen covered in cake and snuggled up on the couch, you sailing off to dreamworld after your big day. Your Dad and I watched Catch and Release, my yearly reminder to move on into the gift of life we have been given . . .
You are now one year and two weeks old my love. Thank you for giving me this day, your birth day.
We love you so so much Smuvadoo!
