I'll always remember:
How tired I was.
How Gary and I cried together when he was born.
How alert he was.
How I didn't think my world could get any better.
How much I loved the apple juice, ginger ale and sprite concoction they gave me after labor.
How I immediately loved him.
And look at him now! Nine years old. Loves basketball + cartoons. Silly. Kind. Smart. Happy.
Happy Birthday to the one that made me a mother first. I love you Blake! Happy Ninth Birthday...may all your dreams come true!
3 comments:
That was the cutest post EVER!!! I teared up a little thinking back and seeing you in your old house when he was so tiny. I cannot believe NINE years already. Hold on tight, it will be highschool before we know it!
Love this post, Katy! So sorry we didn't call on Weds. Henry had his first cold this week, and now we have it, so things have been a little foggy. Hope you guys are doing well.
So sweet, Katy! Sniff, sniff. They get so big, so fast. :)
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