My boy is 8 today! EIGHT!
Eight years ago, days after he was due, 27 hours after my water broke, and after three hours of pushing, a sweet, kind, smart, lover of justice and everything silly came into our lives.
Motherhood has shaken every bit of my being. It continues to do so and to push me daily to be a better me.
These eight years...full of so much learning. I couldn't be more thankful for the lessons, the lessons our greatest teachers, continue to give their father and me.
I'm over at the Poplar Grove Muse today thinking about the rituals we create to give peace to those the last moments before sleep. For eight years now, I've needed to perform this same one to quiet my mind.
I loved being 8. I'm guessing he will too, and I'm guessing I'll be listening for his and his sister's stirs and little snores for as long as they fall into slumber in our home.
I hope you'll join me there!
Happy week to you, and Happy Day to my sweet love!