People have thought Cal was 4 for about 2 years now. But now it's official. Actually it was official 1 week ago today, but I'm a bad blogger. We've already established that haven't we?
Let's start at the beginning. (maybe not the VERY beginning, that would be a little embarrassing now, wouldn't it?)
Here I am feeling all giddy BEFORE pushing out all 10 pounds of him.
Here he is staring at his momma.
And here he is on his 4th birthday pulling Spiderman off the top of his cupcake.
I swear, that's how fast it has gone. I remember the day he was born so well. I remember listening to Chris Tomlin's "How Great is Our God" on the way to the hospital. I remember going through the Starbucks drive-thru so Tyler could get some coffee. I remember feeling so calm until I got to 8cm's. I remember thinking "this one has to bigger than my first!!". I remember the Dr telling me the baby had turned posterior. I remember crying for the epidural I really thought I wouldn't need. Ironically I don't remember the head, but oh how I remember the shoulders.....I remember Tyler pulling him from my body and the tears running down his cheeks.
I remember the sweet cleft in his chin and how we told everyone he had a John Travolta chin. I remember eating a hamburger and milkshake. I remember his grandma and his aunt holding him and crying.
I remember Brennan coming to the hospital to meet him the first time. I remember Brennan walking right over to the bassinet and peering over the edge. I remember the rush of hormones and the endless tears. I remember thinking "how in the world will I manage?". I remember realizing the cleft in his chin came from his great-grandfather who passed away only months before Calvin was born.
I remember every minute. And yet, somehow, 4 years has passed. Some of the days have been endless, but the years are gone.
I love you Calvin Samuel. I thank God for the gift he has given me in you. It is such a joy to be your momma.