It's Love Thursday ... and today is The Bug's third birthday.

When the Bug was born (after thirty-six hours of labor, and only with eight or so hours of anesthesia), he came out blue and not breathing. He had that ridiculous meconium gook in his mouth and lungs, so they busted in the neo-natal team to bring my baby to life.

Those were the longest minutes of my life.

And those minutes felt like hours.

My husband was trying to help me calm down, reassure me, tell me medically what was going on, but none of that mattered. I needed to hear my baby cry. And then my baby let out a cry and announced his presence in this world, and it was the most beautiful sound I had ever heard.

This picture is taken once they'd gotten him cleaned and wrapped up. His daddy brought him over to me and put him in my arms. My life began the minute I held my son for the first time:



Every time I see this photo, I think of this saying:

"Before you were conceived, I wanted you. Before you were born, I loved you. Before you were a minute old, I would have died for you. This is the miracle of life. " -Maureen Hawkins

How incredibly true.

My heart burst open that day and hasn't quit bursting since. I love my little man with all my heart and soul. He's growing up so fast. He loves all things Superhero, tells me to "WookWookWookWookWook at meeeeeeeeee!" and dances around in circles. Someday, playing baseball with his buddies will be cooler than hanging out with me. And girls will come along and I'll die when he gets his heart broken.

But for now, my Bug swings his arms over my shoulders, unannounced, and says, "I vuv you, mommy!" ... and it's again the best sound in the world I could ask for.

I love you, Bug.

Happy Birthday.

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