Since this is my first post about basically anything that focuses on my son, I figure I would start from the beginning. The husband and I waited three years before starting to try and have a human being. I went through a couple of rounds of some fertility medicine and thankfully we were able to create someone. We opted to let him be a surprise. As in we had no clue if we were having a boy or a girl. The husband said a girl; I said a boy. It was just one of those things I knew (I wished, prayed, the Lord knew I could not handle a girl). I had many people tell me, "How can you not find out?", "No way I could do that, I have OCD, I have to know." REALLY?! HA! It was perfect for us, and I loved every minute of it.
Wonderful pregnancy, though, I honestly had the best one, never once was I sick. I ended up having a C-section, which was completely fine with me I am glad I didn't have to push something through my yahoo.
So here we are, seven years later. He has my mouth and his daddy's rambunctious ways. He loves to take things apart and then they need to go in the trash. He has a heart of gold. He loves unconditionally, constantly says I love You. You don't think of boys being sensitive, but they mostly all are. He can be tough and likes to think he could beat anyone up like Captain America does. He breaks down quickly. He is learning to do his chores and earn money. He likes to be in the kitchen with me and loves to be outside with his daddy. One day he will make some girl a wonderful husband. With his sweet voice, gorgeous eyes and beautiful lips. For now, he's my seven-year-old. Happy birthday to the love of my heart. I hope this next year is full of life just like you.