Dear Ayize,
I'm remembering this day last year and how teeny tiny you were, 12 days old. I'm thinking about baby Avery, and how she was born in Evanston Hospital, all four of us under one roof, back when you had chicken pox. Lisa was visiting us at the time, and she and I oohed and aahed over Avery's cameraphone photo, tears welling in our eyes with joy and excitement for Tina, Xan and Ozzy, another Christmas baby. And I met your newest friend, baby Adrian tonight, and tears filled my eyes when I saw him and all the other little newbies through the glass window of the nursery. Then I headed down the hall to visit Alyssa and Juan, passing room 3610 as I went. Ours was one of only a handful of empty rooms. I poked my head in; I couldn't resist. It was silent and peaceful and inviting and familiar and my eyes got all squeezy and wet again remembering the wonderful days we spent there getting to know each other.
Merry Christmas, Little Man, and happy birthday to baby Adrian! His parents are standing at the brink of so many incredible things in the year to come! I'm so excited and happy for them!!
And I'm outrageously crazy about you. Your Christmas kisses will be arriving in about 0.2 seconds, as soon as I get upstairs.
Here's to another incredible year, Baby Boy!
All my love, always,
Mom
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ReplyDeleteI've been wondering these exact things since finding out that we are having a boy. If you find the secret, let me know!