Today my baby turned two. I’ve been thinking all week about the day he was born, and exactly what I was doing two years ago leading up to his birth. I was enjoying being finally finished with school, working for my mom up until the day I had him. I went into my dr. appointment for my 38 week check and was surprised when my dr asked if I wanted to deliver the following week. Of course I was thrilled to not have to go to 40 weeks and to get to meet my baby early. I loved every bit of the day he was born. It was a Thursday, the hospital was brand spanking new it almost felt like we checked into a hotel. That entire day was bliss, mixed with pain. But the kind of pain that is worth it, the kind of pain you would relive over and over again. When I can’t sleep at night I try to remember every detail of that day and play it over in my brain. It always makes me smile and cry and feel so grateful that he’s mine. Two years came and went so fast it breaks my heart a little. But they have been the most fulfilling years I’ve ever lived. Happy Birthday my baby, I’ll love you forever.