Today Mac turned 9.
9.
Nine.
N.I.N.E.!
How did that happen?
When he was born, I was sure I could never love him or want to protect him more than I did that first night in the hospital when I refused to let myself sleep so I could stare at him and make sure he was still breathing.
I no longer stare at his chest all through the night to make sure it's rising and falling with his breaths, but I do still check on his sleeping body just before I go to bed. I stand still by his bed long enough to make sure I can see his chest rising and falling.
I've learned in 9 years that a mother's love on the birth date of her child is just a drop in the bucket compared to the love that swells with each passing minute that child is in her life.
For the best gift of my life, I am truly thankful.
1 comment:
Big birthday hugs from the Bundys, Mac! Liam and I were just talking about you yesterday while looking at Nerf guns online. We miss you!
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