Happy Birthday!

It's gonna be a gushy post.  Don't say I didn't warn you.

Waaaaaaay back in 1979, when I was born, mama kept a diary written to me.  It's one of the best things she could have ever done.  Over the years, I've loved reading it.  She wrote down milestones,

explained the day; who came to visit, what I looked like, how I changed, but most importantly,

it's written especially for me. 

It most always brings me to tears. Especially now.  I read through the pages and now understand why she writes over and over how much she loves me and how overwhelming that love is. 

That's why, when Beckett was born, she harped on the importance of writing it all down. 

"You'll forget it if you don't, just wait and see....", she kept telling me.

So, I started the journal.  Except I haven't done as good of a job as she did. 

Having a newborn at home is stressful and takes up plenty of time. I found it very hard to sit down and write an entry, but somehow managed to get down a few. 

Last night, after my sweet baby boy had gone to sleep, I sat down with the diary I started for him and read every entry. I read things that I had completely forgotten.  

But I noticed one huge thing while reading my mostly random entries:  I found myself telling my son so many of the same things that my mom had written to me 30+ years before.

I found myself telling my baby over and over just how much he is loved and how lucky he is to have so many people that care about him and love him. But more than anything, how much his mommy loves him. 

I kept the diary for about 6 months and made an entry last night. 

This sweet boy won't ever have to wonder if he's loved......it's all written for him in black and white....

Happy Birthday to our sweet boy, our stinkerboy, our peanut, our "Baby B"

It's so very hard for me to think that a whole year has already gone by.  I read those diary entries and felt as though all of it had happened only yesterday. 

By far, you are the best thing in my life. EVER!