My firstborn.
My son.
I remember driving home from the hospital with our darling baby boy, so tiny in his car seat, crying the whole way. I remember gazing at him, amazed, incredulous that this fragile baby was ours. He was reliant on us for everything. He could not speak to us at that point and we were constantly referring to our baby books, for everything, but we had an immediate, unbreakable bond. It was all so new, and scary, and overwhelming, and so wonderful.
He changed my life forever.
I just do not know where the time has gone. He is an amazing little boy, who has blessed my life, who constantly showers us with love and affection. He will countless times in his day, stop whatever he is doing, just look at me and say, so emphatically
"Mommy...I LOVE you!"
He'll flash me a grin, or sometimes run over and fling his arms around my neck and plant a kiss on my cheek, then go back to whatever he was doing before.
He notices the littlest things, like if I change earrings, or shoes. He tells me I'm pretty and thanks me for cooking our meals. He tells me that everyone in the whole world is his friend and he loves them all.
And now, as of February 10th, he is five!
I love his excitement. I love that he enjoys life, but is sensitive to others. I love that he is a little boy, who is coming into his own, who loves to run and play and have fun and who has a crazy imagination.
I love you Arran! I am so glad that you are in my life!