photo by: J. Crawford Photography
Tomorrow, Boomer will be 3. Most of the day, it will just be the two of us. My boy holding my hand much like he gripped it the first time I put my finger into the palm of his little hand.
It is such a bittersweet day... His father will miss it all and that totally breaks my heart... for both of them.
Three years ago, the Mr. and I held hands and in one very calm and quiet birth... our son was born.
He amazes me every single day.
Isn't it bizarre how... as mothers... we get caught up in how exhausted we are doing everything for them... but, in retrospect... I have been blessed with being able to witness nearly every single aspect of Goosie and Boomer's life.
The cake is made and ready to be decorated.
The gifts are wrapped and ready for hours of play.
The hugs and kisses are about to burst from my being...
But, inside, I'm so brokenhearted for the Mr. and Boomer... I wish you both could be together.
I can't wait till the day we stop talking about when he is coming home.