|From this morning, my sweet boy.|
When I finally meandered out, tired and needing coffee desperately, there was the most beautiful rocking chair I'd ever seen waiting for me. From daddy, for you, our future baby. The rocking chair I'd been eyeing for months. Dreaming of for countless hours. The note attached read "you're going to be a great mom." And yes, I'm pretty sure I cried when I read that.
I was happy that day with your daddy, eating a cheese picnic on the living room floor, but I was sad I was missing that day with you. I was sad because you weren't there to cuddle with us. Because I couldn't hold you. And, as much as I knew I should embrace the todays, I couldn't wait for next year.
Last year I had a rocking chair.
This year I have a baby boy to rock in it.
So thankful for you my little man. I love you to the moon and back.
* we spent today doing laundry, but we were together, which is the very best way to spend a day. *