12:12am, January 7th, 1998.
The most anticipated moment of my life, after 10 months of pregnancy and 17 hours of labor, my son was born. The tiniest, most intense, most amazing blue eyes I’ve ever seen met mine and we quietly regarded each other while the world kept spinning. Doctors, nurses, family members came and went, and we were oblivious, watching each other. He gripped my finger like his life depended on it. My breath and his synced for a moment, and I’m sure our hearts did, too.
My world changed forever. “Welcome to the world, Dru,” I whispered.
Today, he is eleven years old. The most amazing, whirlwind, exciting eleven years of my life, and I thank the gods every moment of every day for this kid. He’s my best friend, my sweet baby, my not-so-wee-anymore little man, my rapidly-growing-up son.
Happy birthday, Dru. May all your days be filled with light, may every pain bring a lesson, may every step take you where you want to go.
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One day, maybe I’ll be writing a post like this.
In the meantime, I’m just so happy for the fellow. I mean, he has you two to teach him every single day. I just hope that he remembers to be grateful again after he’s been a teenager!
Oh yeah, and congrats to you too ;)
Eleven is such a cool age, Kyeli! And you know he’s just getting more interesting the older he gets. I’ve got a 13 y.o. unschooler and she takes my breath away on a daily basis. Happy Birthday to Dru!
~peggy (fellow Triiibster)
Oh, that picture is a double dose of CUTE! Happy Birthday, Dru!
Happy birthaversary to you Kyeli, and happy, happy birthday to Dru.
Love,
Pam, Ryan & Mira