A year later...

A year ago for Father's Day weekend, I could not stop crying and I didn't want to get out of bed.  I was scared and I was sad. I was scared that I wasn't going to have the "perfect" baby and I worried about what our lives would be like.  If only I knew how I would feel a year later when I get to hold his little body near to my heart and stare into his starry eyes.

If I could, I would go back in time and tell myself not to be scared, not to be sad...there's no need to mourn not having the "perfect" baby...because he is perfect.  He is who he was meant to be and you're going to love this little man like you never thought you could.  You're going to hang on every smile and babble.  You're going to cherish every moment you can hold him close.  You're going to feel like something is missing when he's not around.  You're gonna love him.

So this Father's Day there are no tears...we are celebrating...

And swimming...

And playing...

And smiling...

 And sleeping...

 

 And loving...

 Happy Father's Day...Nighty night.