Dear Squeaky

Hard to believe it's been a year since I've called you that. All day, I've been replaying the events of one year ago in my mind. The day seemed to go by so fast, it all seems like such a blur.

And then you were here, and my world stopped turning for a little while. I remember listening to you scream as they cleaned you up, and the ginormous smile on your Daddy's face. He was so proud. The nurses gave you to him and even though I was desperate to hold you, I just watched the two of you together. I knew the world had stopped turning for him as well and I could tell when he handed you to me he didn't want to let you go.

Then you were in my arms, this warm little bundle. You just looked at me, wide awake and taking it all in as if to say "Wow. That was weird. You seem familiar, have we met?"

I remember sitting in my hospital room that night with you asleep on my chest and recognizing the way you twitched your head. You had done the same thing on the inside. You do the same thing now as you fall asleep and it always makes me smile.

You've brought us so much joy in the past year. I always knew I wanted to be a mom, but being YOUR mom is so much better than I could have imagined. I love you and I can't wait to see what the next year and the years after that bring us.

Happy Birthday my Squeaky-boy.