Monday, April 4, 2011

Three Years...

I've known this was coming for a while now.  But I'm still in a little bit of suspended reality here.  Noah is three years old today.  THREE!  Take a little look back with me.  I remember being so tired when Noah was finally born that I was in and out of sleep through the whole surgery.  I mostly slept.  I remember hearing him cry when he was out, and then when they held him next to my face, (my hands were shaking too much to hold him at that time - stupid epidural!) he stopped crying.  He just looked at me, the blurry blob that I probably was, and he was just quiet.  He started crying again when they took him to get cleaned up.  Since that day there have been many times that I've held my sweet boy and calmed his tears.  Many boo-boos kissed, many books read.  Many cars raced, many hugs, snuggles and kisses.  I wouldn't trade a single one of them - not for anything.  I'm so grateful to God for His miraculous creation.  For the sweet boy, the tender heart, and the contagious laugh.  I loved Noah when he was still in my belly...but it multiplied when I got to hold him in my arms.  It multiplies more every day.  Thank you thank you sweet Lord, for my sweet boy!
And a quick look back...he was always such a good sleeper.  Such an easy baby...
Noah at one - a mischief maker for sure.  
And at 2 - already such a loving big brother.
Noah my little man is 3.  And he's still such a joy every day! 
His party is next weekend, and if it hits me that day - I may cry a little.  Time is moving way too fast...




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